The technique is ill son
Watch how I spill one
Peace to Biggie, Tupac, Big L and Big Pun
Havoc on the streets of Staten
Snitches
House niggas
Children watch as they produce the same pattern, man
Somebody raped our women
Murdered our babies
Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's
For those that murdered me shall stand before god
To fall at the hands of fate, then out comes the rod!
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
What the fuck is goin' on? I can't go to sleep
Feds jumpin' out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep
Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep
Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep
Ay yo we deep in the stairs, we carry can guns
Whippy got, hit up with the big shit, bom bom
Then pass the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot
So passed y'all niggas again, you took a cheap shot?
Not knowin', fuckin' wi' me? You get your meat chopped!
You thought we fell in our face? You need to be stopped!
Call on the chariots! Call on the ambulance!
You better smile my nigga, you on candid cam
Gangsta broad, these be's the laws, walk with big balls
Nigga motherfuckin' eunuch, I even take which was yours
I'm the nigga that made you man
When your rap wasn't doin' well
I'm the nigga that gave you a hand!
Don't kill your brother
Learn to love each other
Don't get mad
'Cause it ain't that bad
Look at who you are
You've come so far
It's in your hands!
Just be a man
Get the jelly out your spine!
Cobwebs, out of your mind
I can't go to sleep
I can't shut my eyes
They shot the father in his mom's building, seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest, front of his little seeds
Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony
Exploited Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers
Old Jacqueline, she heard the rifle shots cracklin'
Her husband head in her hand, you tried to put it back in
America's watchin', blood stained ink blotches!
Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college
What's the science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge!
They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape our dollars!
Walkin' through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck!
Lookin' around like - these Devils! I'm ready to break this world down
They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate
And just, gives me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditate
What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?
Grab a .22 and run out there and put this fucking violence to you?
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son...
I...
The power is in your hands!
Stop all this cryin' and be a man