[Verse 1]

This is what you get when you ____ around with a vet

Take this as a threat and I’m far from finished yet

I bust my sound, it pounds, another crown laid down

So crossfade now, this is just a mic check

Thumping on your set screaming hands on deck

I haven’t bust a sweat or a tear. Fella, what you fear?

Your balling is done, it’s endgame

There’s only one that reigns supreme to the team

Here to crush your petty scheme

With a stream of gasoline, set fire to your gangster-lean

And screams for holy water, coming up to steam

You know what I mean. You been saying things out of order

Should have thought of the backlash and the whiplash

And the war brought to your ass

[Chorus] x2

This is what you started, you schemed it, you plotted

You dreamed it, you charged it, elevated orange

Finish what you started, you reaped it in secret

You’re dearly departed, elevated orange

[Verse 2]

(I gotta do this, see) Them laws you make

It’s not going to keep you safe

You straight transgressed the means, now it’s time for you to come clean

When I mix it up, it’s going to leave your face twisted up

This chick’s just a lame duck and nay mutt hush

Just sit, dog, sit. Rabid dog on that

This is a big boy spit, got you aimed in my pad

And I’m aiming to drag this critic to the limit, with my b-boy spirit

You feel it, fans hear and they chill with admiration for this

Brooklyn-born sensation, busting up your party and your safe haven

Said I was finished, you was greatly mistaken, boy

This is page one from the beat of my drum

Soundboy slayed son. It’s a wrap, the kid’s done

[Chorus] x2

Talking about some Homeland Security

Man, that’s straight racial profiling

Man you can’t keep your borders safe (nope)

When you straight renegading on other nations and whatnot

What you think this is?

Eventually that plot’s going to come back and haunt you

It’s going to come back, baby. Believe it. Believe

You ready? ’Cause I’m ready

Sitting out there, talking this mess

It’s elevated orange, baby

[Chorus] x4

This is for the Native Americans that was robbed of their homeland by you

This is for the Africans that was enslaved by you

This is for the Chinese that come over here to get some work and was oppressed by you

This is for my people trapped in the ghettoes and in the trailer parks

That still continue to get blocked by you

This is for people all over the world that still suffer because of you

Still, 2,000 years later

You have a sickness, you need therapy

Go see Dr. Phil and get a pill and get up out our way

This is for the true defenders of democracy

Oh, I know, I know

Rum and rims, girls and Benzes

That’s what you want from me

You ain’t gonna get that

This elevated, man

Go wake up your mind and elevate it

Before you run out of time

Shaheed Muhammad, Garden Seeker Productions

That’s how we get down