[Intro]

Where the Flav? WTF

Payback music

Who the hell they be tellin' you?

What the F they be sellin' you?

Why the hell do you believe when you go where you leave?

W-T-F, W-T-F

W-T-F

What the fuck!?

[Verse 1:Chuck D]

I occupy this state of mind

Like I'm born a second time

The masses ask the question why

Them asses spend a life behind

On the M.I.C, the P.I.C

I'm against this prison industry

Where most of them look like me

Motherfuck the what, the Tea Party

They made you pay for education

And got no money, and got you waitin'

And tricks to keep the people fooled

And something in the food, my dude

About your future, and where you rank

And who you think, and who you thank

Behind the banks, and all those tanks

The New Whirl Odor is on the brink

A revolution stops the Feds

And count the homeless underfed

Sue the pharmaceutical off the meds

Leavin' people left for dead

Lookin' back 80 years instead

Simply blamed it on the reds

Pay close attention to what is said

But while you listen, you watch your head

You chase the money, you chase the fame

The human race is what they're playing

A game of life is what I'm sayin'

You split them up, you call 'em names

And at my age, if I can't teach

I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak

And talkin' loud and sayin' nothing

And frontin' like they doing somethin'

Feel the people, heal the people

Power goes out to the people

18 and 35 is grown

Can't afford to leave the home

Can't afford to buy a home

Can't afford to keep a home

Boarded up, foreclosed cribs

Based on what ya bank did

Yet see these guys advertise to poor for clothes

The doors are closed

They slam the doors on your nose

Who the hell is telling you?

What the hell they selling you?

And why the hell do you believe?

And where we headed when we leave?

W-T, What the f-?

[Hook]

What the f-

What the f-

What the f-

What the fu- (uh)

What the fu- (yeah)

What the fuck (uh, what)

(Yeah) What the fuck!

[Verse 2: Flavor Flav]

From Barack Obama to Flavor Flav

We will both be a first 'til we get to our grave

I'm the first hype man in music, he's the first black President

He's the first black resident to ever become President

Free your mind, your ass will follow

Flavor Flav all the way to the Apollo

Freeport LI to LA

Throw a Frito Lay off the dock to the bay

You wanna know why a kid goes to school

And in his book-bag he carries a tool?

Because he's trying to be like his idols in the streets

Gang warfare to the raw fare

Don't even try to go up there

Penalties that you can't bear

You lose your sight, your ass can't hear

It weighs so much, it'll crush your life

Don't play with God, He gave you life

The last man standing, he holds to behold

His weight in stature, his weight in gold

What goes in your wash comes out in your rinse

Back down so tight that you call it condensed

Can't stand the pressure, can't stand the pain

My life is so dry, I wish it would rain

Just like The Temptations, not just the singing group

I'm here to tell you now so don't ignore the scoop

I've been in this rap game for 25 years

If we made the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

We deserve our cheers

To what we fought the power, to Who Stole the Soul?

Brothers Gonna Work It Out from the ground we hold

God says to man, "I'ma let you live"

God says to man, "I'ma let you live"

God says to man, "I'ma give you power

Not for the intent to misuse your power"

If you wanna dance, you gotta play the band

People die by other hands

The innocent, the Ku Klux Klan

Iraq, and Iran, and Afghanistan

They go to war, they don't come back

The note comes home, "Killed In Attack"

All the medals from Fort Bragg

Collected by a widow along with the flag

41-Gun salute, 4 jets in the air

Now that's going out of style

Your contribution was fear

What you reap is what you sow

A man got killed for what he know

If you wanna be an asshole and get a good wife

Stay the fuck offa Skype and don't believe the hype

[Hook] (x2)