[Skit: Judge + Professor Griff]

All rise!

Professor Griff, make your opening statements, boy

Thank you very much, your Honor

I charge the United States government with being

The number one murderers on the Earth!

I charge the United States government with being

The number one deceivers, liars, kidnappers, thieves on the Earth!

I say America should go to a rap show and let me uh

(Rap them a little bit right here)

[Verse 1: Last Asiatic Disciple]

Souls were stole and they try to intimidate us

But it's a fact that being black try to segregate us

Just like pawns, maneuvered on a chess game

They were surprised when Professor Griff came

And took a stand with the upper hand

Gained respect and understood by the other man

So now you say, "Who is really on trial?"

There's fuckin' racism on every dial

Portrayed on the tube, I'm not wildin'

As a wannabe, you see

From L.A.D., the jury you heard it

Pay attention, back to The Verdict

[Verse 2: Last Asiatic Disciple]

Guilty! How low can you get?

The mothafuckin' president just got a death threat

Because he's stickin' his nose in other people's affair

He doesn't care, that's why they wanna take him outta here

Guilty, because of the simple reason

(What reason? What reason?)

He's in charge, and to the fact that he's the president

But 95 percent of the time he's at his residence

Guilty, press conference after conference after conference

But still not a damn thing gets accomplished

Guilty is the verdict, but some labels would not let me talk

That's why I choose to sky walk

(Man, a man can't do nothing no more! Ah-haha-haha)

[Chorus 1]

"Guilty-guil-guilty-guil-

Guilty-guil-guilty"

[Verse 3: Professor Griff]

From a radical mind comes radical production

Political system geared for our destruction

Country is ran and controlled by lames

The covert plan is to keep your mind in chains

I still drop knowledge for listeners and readers

While government hit men stalk black leaders

In God's house you shine, you glitter

You sell your soul to the highest bidder

Don't be fooled by the shit they're poppin'

The finest of drugs they claim to be stoppin'

These never accused, warned or even popped

The C-O-P that makes drops to the cops

Political villains take pay-offs every day

Some white, some black, some straight, some gay

(Gonna pull the sheet off of you)

[Chorus 2: Last Asian Disciples]

In God we trust, you told us

In ships and chains, you brought us

Halls of justice, you call it

The judge and jury, bullshit

[Segue]

"There's not one of us here who doesn't want freedom

There's not one of us here who does not want justice and equality

There's-there's not one of us here who doesn't want to see the black man

Lifted up from the mud of white civilization"

"Rap them a little bit right here"

[Verse 4: Last Asiatic Disciple]

Searchin' and searchin' as if this was hide-and-seek

So now ya know that I have the right to speak

Racism is still part of United Fake of America

Okay, now here's some motherfuckin' truth for ya

Order in the court, order in the courtyard

First name to stand out like the man known as Malcolm

Your leader was afraid of playin' me

I'm the jury and judge and I won't be budgin' so just fear me

Last to deny anyone, so hits the bull's eye

Livin' it up, some givin' it up, point blank enough

Too much, too many, too little, too late

Arrivin' when I'm thrivin', nationally I'm attackin'

Our brothers and sisters knowin' what we're showin'

Injectin' law and order in your brain, you were slackin'

Before time had passed from a lyrical filth

But still the kill, and crime gets the big bill

Once more I step to the book for a good look

A lesson so critical, striking with the right hook

To be or not to be, justice in with the jury

The verdict is death, it's in the Bible

I know you hear me

Fuck that hear-ye hear-ye, as you heard it

Meanwhile I'm the X and now back to the verdict

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 5: Last Asiatic Disciple]

I'm guilty! So what the fuck?

I'm stuck between a wall and a Mack Truck

Slam on the brake 'cause I may not a fade or mistake

I won't budge, so you be the judge

Of whether you hit me, it don't mean shit to me

'Cause I don't give a damn, can't you understand

If I'm guilty, then charge me only on

Expressin' my feelings through my song

If you lock me up and captivate me

I'll have to activate the L-A-D

Police who try to make an arrest

Better watch they backs for the A-D-S

Handcuffs could never contain

Like a pre-production or gold black chain

So I charge you on a count of bullshit

Ayo, guilty is the verdict

[Outro]

(This court is dis-dismissed)