[Intro:]

Don't stop the show don't want to go, back to the world again

Don't get me wrong just one more song is all that I need

[Verse 1:]

Twist the L, spark the lighter, start a fire

Fight boxer, box the fighter, some are rappers, some are writers

Very few are truth tellers, hey, most of them are liars!

I knew evil from my upheaval

Back it up no retrieval I really don't believe you

Weasel I write big rhymes on a eazle

Never appease you, please you, too diesel

I swiss cheese you in a way that's mid evil

I sell new stuff to old people, or old stuff to new people

I treat me how I treat you, equal

51st State Puerto Rico!

I'm at Rosco's, LaBrea and Pico

They'll sweep you, gave the whole block a rico

A court appointed lawyer, is just a paralegal

Roll your body up, Alka-seltzer to a seagull

Young chicks half legal, spread eagle

For these dog sniffin' niggas like Beagles, who's out to deceive you

Rob a brokie breeze through

He only call you when he needs you

Baby girl, you so cooked you baked up (uhuh), sleep walking wake up

Little chest niggas, A cups

Now back to these rappers all posted up, celebration toasted up

Take a flick here is your close up!

[Verse 2:] [Chuck D]

Chuck D!

Sorry Ed 'bout me getting on this track late

I spent the last three months and a half fighting a [?]

As usual, you know how we do

I'm the contributor of writing and fighting wrong

It gets simple as stripping and stupid rap songs

Easy raps giving claps force

A young MC from LA to Boston to just spit crap

Bloods fogging hip hop in ex-spouses and blouses

Why am I talking, why are there be a hundred empty houses?

Super storms singing temps way beyond the norm

South be getting cold, while the north is getting warm

MCs, we got so much to rhyme about

So I warned the population whether or not the audience warmed up

Before they get too far gone

Beg and preaches to call the Lord

We be coffee in that tea party it must be bought

Woah, it's like let me back on ya

If the paint get back on track with ya

And if the people rememberin' the time!

Where good looking out was a theme of the rhyming

All of us, ashes to the ashes, the dust to the dust

Make her head bust with intelligence, is that what they be telling us?

Instead of the media foolin' us, makin' fools out of all of us

So I discuss and I fuss, my disgust, for the sake of all of us

26 years later Ed, we still bomb rush the show, let's go

My brother come on, let's go, let's go!