[Featuring Snaggle Puss]
Verse One: Mad Lib, Xzybit
Yo, look at the way you reactin
I ain’t on the microphone actin tough-actin like Tinactin
Madden, dreamin like baddened Aladdin
Families they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin
Jammin like Isley when I be
Floatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a bee
IBM’s is not computers
Intelligent Black Men radio polluters and riot looters if any
Plenty of patience perseverance, persistance
And I don’t need a county check for government assistance
Build the knowledge without college abolish like aparthied
Rip like a riptide, when I arrive
Million Man March, Washington D, C me when I get there
Pioneer millionair thoughts we all share
In Los Angeles, niggaz stopped tryin to make peace a long time ago
So it ain’t no shock, to hear gunshots, on your block
Or maybe even mine on occasion
Regardless of your town, niggaz still tore down and blast
So Xzybit ask what’s worse
To getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you’re
Stuck
See either way we’ve been set up to fail
Throw that nigga in jail if he ain’t tryin to see Yale or Harvard
Or Howard, and I reguse to be a coward
Or forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullshit
Xzybit carry on like my brothers did
Handguns and girls hell in hands on and other shit
Chorus: repeat 2X
