The kids playing hide and go seek/ same place where the dealers hide iron- don't peek/ Look through your irises and you'll see people at risk for viruses/ turned to survivalists/ Hell kinda vibe is this? Ridin' with a rifle clenched/ Singing the first verse to "Life's a Bitch" as I light a spliff/ I get higher 'cuz I can't get lower/ and all of my cries for help have been ignored/ By everybody but the Lord/ But everytime I kneel down to pray, I get bored/ And fall asleep, dreamin' about gleamin'/ schemin', I'm the Black Bobby Heenan and my demons/ are like the Four Horsemen- Rugers instead of Luger/ These Anderson Brothers maneuver, inhaling Buddha/ Still feelin' the effects of when J. Edgar Hoover/ turned Black folks into heroine shooters/ They look at us as hoopers, hurdlers, burglars/ child neglectin', chicken eatin', gun toting murders/ That's why they're servin us nothing but hate/ and we forced to live in such a gluttonous state/ Niggas will sell their soul for a fuckin estate/ a bad broad and a candy paint bucket to skate/ I gotta quote Big Rhythm when constructing this tape/ Both hands near the nine like a quarter to eight/ According to Fox, I'm destined for a spot in a box/ No 40 acres and a mule- its TWO hots and a cot/ but instead, I'm watching Boondocks in a drop/ I'm like Rasheed Wallace's head- I'm rockin' the spot/ and I hope to heal the world with the doctrine I drop/ Call me A space Scott, I make great scriptures/ and get double exposure like 8th grade pictures/ (cheese) Let's develop the negatives/ I'm hype while these fellas rather live off of sedatives/ I'm from where the metal peels back in a hurry/ In broad daylight while the bystanders scurry/ The judicial system do drug dealers dirty/ so I medicate 'mics' like Conrad Murray/ Alberta Clipper, nigga here's a snow flurry/ Hakuna Matata, I'm rockin' with no worries/ Eyes on the prize- so here's to the fans/ who vibe when we ride, I hear cheers from the stands/ They appear to be tranced, so you can make them dance/ I will make them believe they can advance/ Here's my chance to fatten up my wallet/ so this here's to pay for Tiara Malone's college/ I push these books financed by my own pockets/ No watches, bracelets or fancy ass lockets/ I push paragraphs of poetry with pencils/ to people in the projects to prove their potential/ When push comes to shove, we can all rise above/ if we just show some love... now follow Snub/ Let's push through the poison, push past the pestilence/ and push and adolescent into excellence/ (hold up) Let's push through the poison, push past the pestilence/ and push and adolescent into excellence/ (one more) Let's push through the poison, push past the pestilence/ that was WORDS THAT RHYME, now here's a word from The President...