Released on September 16, 2016

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[Intro]

-What did you say, Malcolm?

-Well, I said the same thing that everybody says, that his assassination was the result of the climate of hate. Only I, only I said the chickens came home to roost, and which means the same thing. Climate of hate means that this, this is the result of something

Yeah, Dot X, Dotty X

Kool Keith, Kool Keith

OG, Ultra Nubian, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, OG Nubian

Rorld goes round

Don't stop, man


[Verse 1: Sadat X]

Karma ain't stop the armor

I cried for mama, we die for drama

Visit the local drama

And slip in pools of blood

That's why I smoke bud in the shadow

I love to learn the dark cause where the ambulance park

Usually brings screams, city burstin' at the seams

Everybody so mad, everybody so bad

Situation so sad, she couldn't find housing

The way past web browsing, couldn't compete

The words from Reverend Pete

They not working this year

Who working this year? Who section say 8?

For the parents, he look straight, crumbling under the weight

Stumbling out the gate in the greatest race

I fight my latest case with an unfriendly judge

He woke up in this morning with a grudge

He might not budge on the day of the sentence

I shoulda been a dentist and took the steady check

Life wouldn't be such a wreck, but I still stay erect

Even though they got this black boot around my neck

I still want respect


[Interlude]

Sound like it's a hard time

I guess I gotta step out the phantom, say my national anthem

Kick it


[Verse 2: Kool Keith]

The hatas gon hate but I ain't seen em at the cookout with a paper plate

I'm not worried about it

I guess I need to get depressed in a couple of hours

Crying some Eddie Bauers, big foot on the ladder

I don't wanna come off like I'm not climbing over power

I refuse to be on the team with they heads down, goin' to take showers

If you see a junkie kneeling, give him cold water

And tell him little kids is looking, get up

I'ma sweat and do a lot of sit-ups

Urban criers complain cause they not triers

A lot of loose cigarette buyers, you gotta drive and lean

Get the heroin users out of Burger King

Pass the onions to everybody who think they Lord of the Rings

Buy em some onion rings

A lot of Larry Holmes is tryna get back in the ring

While Martin out in Hollywood tryna play Dean

All these people tryna run away with millions

Think they gon get saved by Dr. [?]

What you want me to do?

Sit on the curb and eat a can of beans?

Watch em cookin' crabs with baked steam

Now if you wanna play chauffeur, you could close the door for me

And watch me drive off


[Outro]

-You feel that we're making progress in this country?

-No, no, no, no, no, now I will never say that progress is being made. If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there's no progress. You pull it all the way out, that's not progress. The progress is healing the wound that's below, that below me. And they haven't even begun to pull the knife out, much less try and pull, heal the wound. You have to... They won't even admit the knife is there