[Verse 1]

Yeah, Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder

Like those motherfuckers runnin' away from the Twin Towers

Gunshots rock the Earth like a meteor shower

Bowlin' For Columbine, fear givin' the media power

Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box

Government cocaine cooked into ghetto crack rock

Corrupt cops' false testimony at your arraignment

Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments

Workin' your whole life, wonderin' where the day went

The subway stays packed like a multi-cultural slave ship

It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'

And people comin' home after corporate sharecroppin'

And fuck flossin'! Mothers are tryna to feed children

But gentrification is kickin' them out of their buildin'

A generation of babies born without healthcare

Families homeless, thrown the fuck off the welfare

[Chorus: Sample]

"Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?"

"Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?"

"Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?"

"Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?"

[Verse 2]

It's like Cambodia, "The Killing Fields" uptown

We live in distress and hang the flag upside down

The sound of conservative politicians on television

People in the hood are blind, so they tell us to listen

They vote for us to go to war instantly

But none of their kids serve in the infantry

The odds are stacked against us, like a casino

Think about it: most of the Army is black and Latino

And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words

You just another stupid motherfucker out on the curb

Tryna escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways

But you can't read history at an illiterate stage

And you can't raise a family on minimum wage

Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage?

I give niggas the truth, 'cause their pride is indigent

You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent

But I'm sick of feelin' impotent watchin' the world burn

In the era of apocalypse, waitin' my turn

I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future

And if you're in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya

Uproot ya with the evil that grows in my people

Makin' them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal

But I see through the mentality implanted in us

And I educate my fam about who we should trust

[Chorus: Sample]

"Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?"

"Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?"

"Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?"

"Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?"

"—blaow!"