To Tha Young R To Tha E Tha B To Tha E Tha L



Never Give Up Just Live Up



Fed Upon America



We Be Spittin' It Up



Rippin' It Up



For An Even Amount In Each Cup



To My Brothers Burning Bare Feet On Black Top



Whose Curled 'neath Tha Shadows



From Tha Gaze Of Tha Cops



Whose Huntin' For 9 To 5's Through Factory Locks



Is Now Hunted On This Modern Day Auction Block




Flexin' And Mashin'



With Complex Text



Fast And In A Fashion



That Snap Back Necks



Quicker Than A Fed Cash Tha Company Checks



Come With Tha Fire Only Marley Could Catch



This Be Tha Flame In Tha Cellar Beware



Nameless Cold Millions Gaspin' For Air



Those Naked And Wageless



Now Scream Within Cages



They Make You Pull Your Shit



Just To Get Your Share




With This Mic Device



I Spit Nonfiction



Who Got Tha Power



This Be My Question



Tha Mass Of Tha Few



In This Torn Nation?



Tha Priest Tha Book Or Tha Congregation?



Tha Politricks Who Rob And Hold Down Your Zone?



Or Those Who Give Tha Thieves Tha Key To Their Homes?



Tha Pig Who's Free To Murder One



Shucklak



Or Survivors Who Make A Move And Murder One Back?