The good... the evil are fighting in your mind Lose the fear in choosing what's right or wrong Facing the inner fear makes you... stronger Trying to kill the black
shoulder off Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me y'all's Maybe not, play me not, say we not remote at all Roger that, scholars back, solid black
so sick and tired Here come the riot squad they're closing in guns and riot shields and gas grenades they see us standing there all in a line black and
(feat. Peedi Crakk, Black Thought, Tu Phace, Young Chris) [Intro: Peedi Crakk] Hot shyt, hot shyt, come and get it, come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
fuck a Corona I'ma be grooving it, till the world stop moving y'all know what that mean C walking in blue and black All-Stars, with blue and black strings
tomorrow expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black
never said what up That s**t critical, dispicable, unforgiveable I too like Hot ?? Your own fan won't remember you Thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical I'm like the f**kin Deff Squad
we feel Black Jesus! Searchin for Black Jesus It's hard, it's hard We need help out here So we searchins for Black Jesus It's like a Saint, that we
KILL ME! Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on? Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home Love to squad plus your mob is sick A bunch of
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black
how we do. KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect. Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent) Verse Four: Live Squad Once again, back to
but them can't gun store When a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad Look around, look around, punk police
my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress see me in a black
to a beat, I'm workin with God While you riffin through the newspaper, circlin jobs The way I operate make surgeons applaud I'll murder your squad, you
forever hold our peace A-O-T-P shook rappers call police [scratching] I'm savage, I'm-I'm savage I write rhymes in pitch blackness [x2] [Verse 2: Esoteric
