[Part I]

[Intro]

Now get the fuck up off me, nigga

[Verse: Big Boi]

As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure

I'm 'posed to, propose a toast to players on every coast-a

The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender

'Stead of watchin these sucker MC's

I'm seein' just how they lyin' to the general population

Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life

Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9?

Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined

To the situation, we facin', cause in time, tick tick boom

[Chorus: Myrna "Peaches" Crenshaw]

Tick, boom

Tick, tick-boom

Tick, boom

Tick, tick-boom

Tick, boom

Tick, tick-boom

Tick, boom

Tick, tick-boom

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Big Boi]

When will we all, awake up out this dream?

Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings

Man actin' as if he was the supreme being

Clockin' the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and

W-A-R-ah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow

And horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars

Politicians, modern-day magicians

Physicians of death, more health care for poor health

Who makin' us ill, they makin' us kill

That's makin' me spill my guts (Chill Big, lay in the cut!)

For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled

Like I do nothin' all day but sit around, watch the cartoon channel

I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal

That followed, and we all watched the nation as it swallowed

And chalked it up; basically America, you got fucked

The media shucked and jived, now we stuck, damn

[Verse 2: Big Boi]

Operation Anaconda; ask yourself

Was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?

And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price

For his life and his wife plead twice?

See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton

To dampen the dream of all the Panthers

They got they answer for ransom

As we read together, as we dream together

Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better

But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you

Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and shocked you

Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin'

I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen

Now eat, nigga