We got a lotta things to do up in here today

We gotta take our minds back

Take off the blinders and realize

We've been inside of a matrix so darn confined that

Men's penal cord's are rewired to act as minds and

Women's inner cores are seen as just inner thighs

And hip hop legends are reduced to selling Sprite

And things have gotten so darn weird who knows what's right?

I feel for the children of Africa, Cambodia, how they livin'?

A descendant of Abraham says hello to ya

We've moved so far from the real in our utopia

Staring our sets feeling no connect to most of ya

We're like puppets being pulled by some g-strings

These things are what defines generation bling bling

We sing sing for the people up in Sing Sing

We the true blue crew you knew you could cling to

Ding! We ring true bring crews the lean grooves

I'm round one Ding! One love is round two (whew)

We got a lotta things to do up in here today

I launch this consciousness, regardless

If you don't need or want this, fuck this

The dirty south is flooded with rappers that couldn't cut it

If you ain't serious about this game then you need to shut it

And try religion, become a Christian

Ain't nothing free, you can ask Hammer or TLC

This industry is shady, supporting me and my lady

So don't even start it, if you ain't devoted and wholehearted

If it's a one hitter quitter nigga, will you consider pizza deliver

Then put your dreams up under the river

If you like it you will never last, you got to love it

Nothing above it, a never ending hunger for cash

See my intentions with this dialect, don't go believing

Everything that you receiving from the TV set

You might wake up find your ass in debt

You ain't from Bankhead but I bet, you can bounce a check

We got a lotta things to do up in here today