This microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Ya either drop tha hits like de la o or not get tha
Fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha
Bodies drop
Drop and don´t copy yo, don´t call this
A co-opt
Terror rains drenchin´, quenchin tha thirst of
Tha power dones
That five sided first-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Weapons not food, not home, not shoes,
Not need, just feed tha war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetery
What we don´t know keeps tha contract alive an movin´
They don´t gotta burn tha books they just remove´em
While arms warhouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Bulls on parade