shit tomorrow too I know what you make me say I know what you make me do Tired of being pushed around By a chemical like you Doesn't matter who you use Dope
, but still can't play shit Talkin' bout you workin' on a symphony And can't even play the tympani Walls of asbestos filled with the best dust Power station
NaNa We the blast masters, the radiation International coming to your nation feel the feel the feel the feel the vibration we killin killin killin radio station
at times calls if or which over. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. We all have this idea that we should move up from our parents station
What if Hip Hop was never born, yo? No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo [? ] No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world
form like a religionist tradition My mission is to take you, lyrically break you Lyrically assassinate you Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you To destroy the power
Farrakhan's a racist and I think you outta listin to What he can say to you what you otta do Follow for now power of the people say. "Make a miracle
s a racist And I think that you should listen to What we can say to you, what you ought to do Follow for now, power to the people, say Make the miracle
Lie to yourself, you're destined to be to the curb Some stations don't care, they'll never put on the air Nothin' but commercial junk, their brain power
radiation International coming to your nation Feel the, feel the, feel the, feel the vibration We killin', killin', killin' your radio station Kill '
and you got the power to heal scars Never down 'cause the underground crown is still large See, I rap for a livin' probably rap 'til I die If you dope
said ?Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you ought to do? Is follow for now, power of the people
or which over We seem to be approaching an age of the gross We all have this idea that we should Move up a little bit from our parents station And each
roll I play the block and stroll Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin Choppin for dough, prophecise Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse The horse power cross bow Soundin dope
form like a religious tradition My mission is to take you, lyrically break you Lyrically assassinate you Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you To destroy the power
on vacation, with your station that's playin' live in every location Blowin' out ya speaker it won't get weaker I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek And your station is dope
, it's hotter than a mo'fucker Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog Big dope in the
but it ain?t stolen And I came to get my keys for the sound and the edibowa Nigga, I ain?t scarface, but got the money and the power Coming down hard