[Verse 1: Chuck D]

Told ya, buffalo soldier

Fell to the ground like Folgers, couldn't hold the boulder

Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer

In the hip-hop game but the rap got cancer

Tumors poppin' from the middle of rumors

Generation X be the end of baby boomers

Is the next generation headed for doom

Control the soul and you got a got a

Truck full of fertilizer blowin' up the spot

Think it's terrorism, the border line's hot

Check the passport's tap the telephone

Surprised they homegrown and one of your fuckin own

It's that same old shit, that same old game

From that same old gang up to that same old thing

Now what I see say, you know me

I pour a metaphor of LSD

[Bridge: Flavor Flav]

I don't know what y'all thinkin' about

But if you know like I know

You better strap on your seatbelt

Cause you in for a long ride

[Verse 2: Chuck D]

Now I be damned, I been a man

Figure I never call myself a nigga to get Benjamin's

What's love got to do with what you got

Not a whole lot, no forgot (Damn, this shit is hot)

Spendin' all the cheddar for clothes

With a sign foreclosed on the front mud, lost in dominoes

Now the heads tell tales, how the dead bled and fled

Now they livin up in the bed, instead they seize us like Jesus

Married to the mob did a sloppy job in hemp stead

Lord had mercy, wanna curse me

New World Order got my ass drownin' in the water

Now what you stuck to the West

That funk to the East is fat, ATL be crunk

Dirty South, thirty thou crankin trunks

Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk

Now what be indebted, better get over it

Those times and raps ain't never comin' back

No future without a pass, I kick ass

Rock the socks off of Pandora's box

Is it any wonder why the clock's Flavor got

Between rehearsin' a verse my jaw locks

I set the bomb between the R'n'B scene

Go against the grain run up on the train

And so i parallel the brains of Cobain

As hip-hop brain made em spill the champagne

Make it plain the sound remains insane

Come the same no holes closin up the lane

Don't ask no questions on the simple level

Can the magic get Shaq back, Knicks get Van Exel?

Bold rap lyrics, fuck whatcha heard

Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words

Turnaround funk power moves ruffs

I ain't never been coo-koo for no coco puffs

LSD, set it free make em see the tricks

Rather try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties

Lie for a lie i look em in the eye

History speaking lawyers should die

Kissed the companies and made them all cry

A new rap song and a real drive by

Why o why did the video die

The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas afraid

Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid

The god damn white man got you afraid

Social service got your mama afraid

Scared of the fact before a niggas black

Some of you say nigga before you say crack

You got no back is what you lack

Just say black and i¹ll see where your ass is at