1. Plead Insanity
2. The Silent Freeway
3. Freewhylin' (Action Prelude)
4. Just Anotha Day N Tha Jungle
5. No Trouble
6. Give 'em the Horn
7. What's Come Over Me?
8. Ready For Action
9. Misc. Joint
10. Itz About Time
Peacefulness A state of mind You can't waste the time To find a rhyme to bind Or simply unwind Crimes Committed by a sucker punk Who should be dead The only important matter Is which bunk bed Holds him The top or the bottom Ol' Mr. 5-0 got him Now he's livin' delirium Like Saddam Houssein An insane brain ain't difficult to obtain And once you got it Bang! You're a pawn in the game Imagination is the name of it You just fell claim to it Now you're its victim There's no use bein' ashamed of it There's no escape from your fate So debate To be or not to be batty Like the man in the black cape You'll be just another mental case Disgraced, a waste And yet another Scarface Who just can't get with me And my Disciples Dissin' Discipline Yeah, that's the name of the crew I'm in Fool, got a problem with that? Don't even try it Yo, where ya live? I'll have my man drive by it And do it, go through it Yo G, ya shoulda knew it Cuz you stepped to The Marksman and tried But you blew it And um, speakin' of blowin' Guess who's blowin' my johnson She used to be yours However, now she's mine, son And damn, the girl's hype Yo, you shouldn't have hit her But now you're gettin' shaken And taken out Just like kitty litter That's all your life's worth Cuz yo, you're livin' foul So plead insanity Or throw in the towel.
Yeah, I plead insanity...I plead insanity Everybody's lookin' at me but they're not understandin' me I plead insanity, I plead insanity They can't see that I'm just bein' who I have to be... Hard.
Call me The Marksman I'm rippin' up enough styles Piles for miles I'm makin' ya listen Not missin' what I'm sayin' Meanwhile, back at the ranch Pretenders try to bite it I oblige I offer it to 'em See I don't hide it But, even after they got it They can't get it So they give it back From MY mouth it sounds dope as hell But from THEIRS, it's wack Drivin' a Cadillac You think you're a star You're nothin' but FUBAR You can't afford payments So to hell with the car Me, I got a real job I'm goin' for mine Doin' what I gotta And I'm takin' my time I'm just movin' along... You know how the song go Honeys call me Mark While certain friends call me Domino Describin' my personality I like reality Some people like shammin' me But it's all in the family I adore 'em When times are gettin' too tough I ignore 'em When I try to re-tell a story to somebody I bore 'em
Like In Dulce Decorum Check your Miami Vice number two Soundtrack, baby boo A-boo-boo-boo-boo! So plead insanity, MC's You're all out Cuz when I'm on the mic It's just like nuclear fallout A tragedy, chaos Consider the consequence YOU'RE gonna beat ME?! Boy, get some common sense! Now what would the papers call it...? (News at 11!) Boy, you'll be unrecognizable Carry your wallet As some form of I.D. Yo, why'd you try to be Harder than you are You should have known you die, G But if I get accused of murder I'll simply tell 'em the rhyme did it And with a payoff, they'll forget it Don't get me wrong I ain't the one to be dealin' with bad cops Then again, few cops are good cops They need to be dropped Like the way they've gotten used To droppin' so many brothers Rodney King and others Now's the time to discover A new form of law enforcement Like Robocop Somethin' that's indestructible And able to drop Villains, gangsters and criminals Just like a disease Take me as an example Cuz I'm droppin MC's A minute and a half into the rhyme And I STILL ain't had time To take a breath But I'm still goin' for mine What I got you wanna get But you just can't get with it If you paid a cool grand for my rhymes You STILL couldn't hit it You ain't shit, bitch You better forget this But if you keep on tryin' Better pull out your Wish List And hope for more sense in your head To put in your rhymes Cuz if you keep writin' that nonsense It's Killer Time You never used your head So you lost it, how? I covered it up Went to the river and tossed it Now how do I plead For bein' so damn gory? Insanity Because he never said he was sorry.
Insanity...for suckers lookin' too hard at me Insanity...for girls who dissed me on the way up Insanity...for those who said I couldn't do this Insanity...all with the "he say, she say" Insanity...for people livin' hypocritical Insanity...most of all, to my family Enough said...I'm out.
"The Silent Freeway"
Wonderin' What it would be like in another land Where all you could see Is blue skies and white sand The people all look the same And they're all in the same gang Like brothers and sisters There ain't no shame in THIS name game Fame? There ain't no need for fame The Creator Does not allow false idols So there's no one greater Than Him So throw your ego aside, in this hemisphere Love is all around There's no jealousy, guilt or fear Burdens which are heavily on our backs In our bodily form Sometimes I wonder why I was born When I stop And look at my life, as it is now I ain't really got nothin' Except for some know-how My family life ain't much to speak of It reeks of Non-communication and stubborness And weak love Momma's so far away And Dad is in Cali Why does grass look greener On the other side of the valley? It's just a deception To keep someone guessin' Why does life give answers Then suddenly change the question? It seems so unfair And yet we keep on Just survivin' Although one day We'll all be gone And enter The Freeway From stage right Except there's no exit But no need for stage fright We'll all be taken care of And given much leeway Together forever Once we join on The Freeway.
(Freeway...The Silent Freeway) Together forever on the... (Freeway...The Silent Freeway) No madness, just gladness on the... (Freeway...The Silent Freeway) It's MORE than a dream, the... (Freeway...The Silent Freeway) Where peace can be seen.
Picture a freeway Where no one can get hurt No pavement No need for it Just bare feet and dirt Walkin' for miles and miles Never gettin' tired No person's better than another We're all equally admired Not like life Where everyone is competin' Tryin' hard to be the best Not worried about who they're beatin' When one steps on another To get to the top In this life, they may succeed But in the next, they'll get dropped Into the pit Of the fiery furnace And burn, meanwhile The one to laugh last laughs best And avoids exile But now, look at the world The Creator has planned He also planned its destruction And He labelled it Man Radiation, pollution and discrimination Why is peace nothin' but another dream To this nation? Gang-bangers and crack slangers Murder and robbery Third world nations Livin' in depression and poverty Not just there, it's everywhere From deep in L.A. To the boroughs of New York I don't see it goin' away It's a plague spreadin' fast across the land And we're sinkin' like quicksand It's hard for me to be a man who understands Just what to do With a nation that's facin' Extinction When our law-makers are all basin' It's vital For me not to think suicidal Cuz if I went out like that I'd have no title And gettin' to The Freeway Would be just a dream Cuz down is the alternative Where no one can hear you scream.
Freeway...Together forever on The Freeway Our life will be better on The Freeway It's more than a dream...The Freeway There's only one King.
The year...1974 One more Victim brought into the world Right after a war A bouncin' baby boy His parents are overjoyed Although it's a Kodak moment Get the Polaroid But with all good times Comes many hardships When daddy's busy drinkin' While his boy's still an infant Then worse comes to worst And mommy just can't take it They get a divorce NOW how's their boy gonna make it Through the rest of his life? Not knowin' if he's comin' or goin' Learnin' right from wrong on his own Cuz there's no one to show him Only his grandparents Who ain't no help to him They only tell him things That THEY think should be gettin' through him Simply too overprotective That describes 'em best Now mommy's got a new man Damn! His life's a bigger mess Movin' first from an apartment And then To a bigger house in the city Then they move AGAIN! Could this really be the best for... Well, we'll say "Vincent" Names have been changed To protect the innocent Anyway, time goes on And life's gotten worse Vinnie's spendin' a lot of time Thinkin' about a hearse And what it would be like To become its passenger Once he'd been visited By the Lord's Messenger He thought of The Freeway And enterin' Paradise... But would he really get there If he chose to end his life In an unnatural way? In other words, suicide He thought some more... "That ain't the way REAL men died" Decidin' to survive His life got MORE complicated He left his home And his stepdad, who he hated But leavin' his home Made him feel MORE alone He's also leavin' his mother Now all that's left is the phone But Vinnie didn't have the courage To make the call So, there's no communication at all And what about his poor brother? The child's only 3 Without a brother he knows he has How will HIS life be? So now Vinnie lives with his grandparents Who bug him And nag, and bitch... He'd love to just slug 'em! But nah, just stay cool Don't go out like a fool Ignore 'em Just try to keep your mind on school You're in your last year Plus you got a girlfriend who's dope Bam, boom, pow! And you hope That this special relationship Lasts forever and ever You love her so much You never met no one better She's all you need now If she ever leaves Your life does, too It's rather grim But grimness is what you're used to But that's enough thinkin' for now Til another day Live... Later for The Freeway.
"Freewhylin' (Action Prelude)"
A little freestylin' For the minds Of people that said that I'm Causin' hip-hop to cross over And that I couldn't rhyme Sayin' that if I entered a battle I'd lose And that my rhymes Would bring me nothin' Except disses and boos I got news for you fools You're in for a surprise You're fin to witness a lighter rhymer That's soon gonna rise Above the other so-called Vanilla Wafers Who couldn't tell a rapper from a raper... So how'd they get in the newspaper? Awarded a Grammy So now they think they're an authority Compared to REAL rappers They're the least priority But not to degrade anybody Cuz puttin' down somebody else is wrong... I'll save that for the next song The beat is pumpin' The bass meter is jumpin' So I don't understand Why in their seats There's people still slumpin' A different type of flavor A flavor to be savored To all you freaks out there Let's get into some freaky behavior! Whylin'...Ugh! Ugh! Is what you got me doin' Call me Stanley cuz I'm screwin' My driver...Fore! I yell as she cries for more and more Whenever she finishes You KNOW she'll be leavin' sore.
(Ha-HA! As HELL, ya know what I'm sayin'?...Yo, nothin' sexist or chauvinist here, "ladies," okay?...I'm not tryin' to brag about layin' the pipe to all you pretty young things out there, okay?...Because to me, it's not about just "layin' the pipe"...It's about "makin' love"...That's right. Because I love you ALL!...And when you need me to be there for ya, I'm there, see?...This is all just a reminder of how it can be, whenever YOU decide to make it happen...So anyway, here's the scenario for LAST night's title fight...I love this part.)
anyway... Back to the subject of battlin' Rap battles, to me Are just competitors babblin' They're not really sayin' nothin' But how hard they claim to be In reality, I smell...(pussy!) Don't you hate When suckers front on somebody else? When what the fools are really doin' Is frontin' on themselves It's a hypocritical policy That's how they're livin' It's like a plea for forgiveness But refusal to be forgiven Suckers who be livin' like this Make me sick Consider yourself warned I ain't to be played with You got the nerve to ask, "Who do you think YOU are?" I'm The Marksman, boy You're momma knows I'm a star Before, it was Meticulous Marksman But I had to shorten it Nobody knew what the hell "meticulous" meant At first that got me upset All people had to do Was look in the dictionary And upgrade their literary Skills... Lots of luck, nobody did it Then one day A so-called fan said, "Just forget it!" I actually took their advice And I dropped it That same day My brand-new style was adopted (Exit the old style, enters the new) I used to be vulgar and explicit And all that mess Then I got wise, and I put it to rest There ain't no need to be obscene Hey, but don't get me wrong You wanna say what you feel? Go ahead, it's YOUR song! Just think of it like this... In this business You're touchin' the whole wide world Especially little boys and girls Why be offensive And simply out to cause controversy? Good or bad You're always at the media's mercy But instead of bein' negative Try to write positive In the way of messages, yo There's always a lot to give Today's world needs positive To conquer negative And because kids heed musicians Rather than relatives Be a role model Teach 'em what needs to be taught Not who you're gonna kill And how many battles you fought Increase the peace And do away with this onslaught And wisen up Cuz soon you're gonna get caught.
"Just Anotha Day N Tha Jungle"
Brothers are yellin' Drug dealers are sellin' In the heart of the city Gang-bangers are bailin' To the scene of another crime Too often committed The police have been notified Now they're gonna get it An unwed mother has just committed suicide Because a drive-by Has caused her only baby to die Teenage girls choosin' to work on the streets Sellin' their bodies Just to get somethin' to eat Cops drivin' 'round In the search of a shakedown Brothers are their target The streets are their playground A damn shame What the hell is the world comin' to When you can't trust police To do what they're supposed to do? House brothers Contribute to the situation A prejudiced mind Leads to wider discrimination A mind is a terrible thing to waste In this case The shade of their face Compared with their mind Is misplaced It's a way of life From beat-downs to rumbles It's typical... It's just another day in the jungle.
The jungle...Yo, when we gonna get out the jungle? The jungle...Can somebody please help me? Jungle, the jungle...We're reachin' the finish line The jungle...But we're runnin' out of time.
The jungles, the concrete jungles
I mean ghettoes Containing Pinocchios Created by demented Gippetos You'll never see tourists here There's never a stranger The ghetto has no attraction They know they'd be in danger So-called "higher class" Lookin' down at "lower class" citizens With disgust and criticism They don't give a care For none of these people's welfare As long as they're livin' large And they don't end up there All this is just my opinion But it would seem evident That the finger of blame Is pointed straight at the president No, not just the president The government, in general For the fact that they love to meddle In situations with other nations But what about us? Have we all died and decayed? "Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust"? Instead of helpin' Russians Why not help ourselves And those strivin' to escape But minus the weatlh? Free cheese, some milk and a check Doesn't mend situations For people who go out and spend Every penny of it But you can't do anymore for 'em Just do as little as necessary And then ignore 'em Yeah that's the ticket So YOU think But that's unacceptable It's despicable, man I thought this land was respectable Politicians are maxin' While economy crumbles... It's just another day in the jungle.
The jungle...Talkin' about the jungle The jungle, the jungle...Gotta try to escape The jungle, the jungle...What is the world comin' to? The jungle...Escape from the drugs, violence and rape
Jungle, the jungle...Government disowned us The jungle, the jungle...Tryin' to survive The jungle, the jungle...Can we make it alone? HELL yeah...as long as we keep the dream alive
(Dream on, dream away)
Homeless families On the streets, holdin' up signs They're searchin' for work To make money, to stay alive In Cali, Mexicans are hangin' out on the corner With nothin' else to do They've illegally crossed the border Fallen victim to the myth The United States is all o' that When we still got suckers Drivin' 'round with a gat So the Mexicans take the hint And get their own caliber weapon Or keep a knife in their pocket Whenever they're steppin' This kind of violent mentality Must be erased Not to mention what they're doin' for base That illegal drug that's poisonin' Too much of America You wanna blame Bush but you're scared? Yo, I'm darin' ya! But I don't NEED a dare I'll still say this shit anyway... He's bringin' it in And dishin' it out, with no delay "It's just another import," they say, "Ain't no harm done... This stuff ain't gonna kill 'em Quicker than their own gun" Damn! This type of mentality Runnin' our country is scary We'll all just end up in the cemetery So, my final message for unity is simply this... Don't find yourself caught dissin' Just dismiss prejudice And continue like this And stand together forevermore The motto of The Marksman... "Make peace, and not war" Will soar.
Believe that...To the 3000's, y'all...Peace.
"Give 'em the Horn"
(You know what I like...You know what I like...Drop it!)
Step on up The party's packed From front to back Girlies stacked And fiendin' for the bozack As I grab the mic They all yell, and holler and scream As their panties get creamed So I just continue my funky flow Then I let you know... It's time to let the horns go Smooth, you're now in the groove And it seems I've proved I'm fully capable of makin' you move You've been introduced to a sound Much higher than the underground Though pound for pound It's gettin' ya down Who's the MC that makes ya feel free? On his own, occasionally with Double-D The one who lets ya let yourself go And at the same time Helps your mind grow...you know There is no other this shade That can rock the mic And still stay true to the game While gainin' much fame Call this is a freestyle, if ya will All I know Is it's the funkiest shit This side of Capitol Hill I mean Cypress Don't even try to try us We'll greet you and beat you You'll end up sayin' we're the flyest Of all that are fly It's been like that from the time we were born Original macks Cuz we give 'em the horn.... Give it to 'em!
Original macks, cuz we give 'em the horn...
(You know what I like...)
People wanna know How a white kid like me Ever got to be so damn funky I don't have an answer to give 'em But I just know I gotta play somethin' else When I hear a wack-ass rhythm It might have been the boys From the other side of town Who introduced me to this funky sound And when I got the style down I became the one Pullin' all of the hotties around With brothers fiendin' for the rhyme scheme I was soon at the top It still seemed like a dream I thought of the times I used to kneel at my window sill Starin' at the sky so still "I wish I may, I wish I might" I used to talk to the stars Shinin' so bright in the night "Please make me a winner Bless me with success To become what I wanna I gotta strive for the best" So, I sat and wrote rhymes that I knew about Hardship, life But not puttin' someone's head out See, the message I came upon with was this... Treat others equal Don't face 'em with prejudice But this ain't the time For me to be speakin' on racial issues It's time for the horn to blow No need for facial tissues.... Give 'em the horn!
(Horny...Am I horny!)
(Yeah, but what do you mean "Give 'em the horn"?) Horn A wind instrument Usually made of brass Creatin' a sound Makin' ya shake your-- As we go a little somethin' like this You resist to miss Or diss or boo or hiss You'd kiss this Master of Ceremony If I chose to let you You know that if I wanted to I'd get you and wet you Wet like a disposable towelette And then what? Well, just how smooth can a vowel get? "A-E I-O-U... A steamy and hot love affair Because I love you!" But hold up, wait a minute! You say that you love me? Yo, honey... You're only 16? I thought you were at least 20! Damn I just fell victim to the crime of the century No thang I'll be damned if I let honey get to me And that's the other meanin' of horn givin'... Arousin' the hoochies until they're driven To hesitate no longer But I wait Until their feelin's get stronger By that time I'm doin' somethin' I'll probably regret Then again...huh They're gettin' somethin' they'll never forget So you see The horn can be So very Effective In every way that it's given Remember, then And don't be ever forgettin' After givin' It's ALWAYS the best to be gettin'... The horn.
"What's Come Over Me?"
This is some shit for your ass As if you needed any more in that hole Yo, The Marksman has arrived So commence to roll Out the red carpet Because I'm fin to start it You talked some shit Now I'mma grab my gat And your head's the target I'mma spark it Just like a Zippo lighter About to start a fire Within your dome You just entered The Dead Zone You went out like a sucker And now you're just a cadaver I cut you open Vultures made your intestines unravel Feelin' sick to your stomach? Just take some Pepto, and let go Cuz pain is irrelevant When there's no more tomorrow Say your prayers, filthy animal I won't even count to ten 1, 2, 10! And now a coffin's your best friend Confused? Yo, let me break it down for ya I'm ruthless Just call me the Road Warrior And step And when you see me in the street Step, with pep Or prepare for defeat The brothers say, "Dig the white kid! He's comin' off hard as hell!" Sure they're right And I fly high like the Memphis Belle High But not as high as the rock can take ya Don't hit a spliff Cuz I ain't from Jamaica Ain't down with nasty-ass dread locks My rhymes are like hemlock Everlastin' Like the process of wedlock You havin' second thoughts Of continuin' to mess with me, G? Yo, hold up...wait! What's come over me?
"Ready For Action"
(It's a roller coast of action...)
(Get on up...) and take some... (action!)
This should be called reform As you watch me perform Reformation Throughout the nation Across the seven seas And over the river Through the woods I make grandmother shiver Thinkin' back to the days of slaves And segregation...hmmmm That's kinda what we're STILL facin' Rememberin' back to The Audubon Ballroom Harlem, New York Is where we fell to our doom Fightin' to uplift Meanwhile, our grip slips Whoops! Another one of life's big dips Make it a double That's not as low as you can go Let's make a widow out of Yoko Oh no, Mr. Bill! This world is ill There's always a remedy So let's invent a pill One that combines the effects of peace Like a table of goodwill We've all come to feast To the east Forever foreward, we journey on... But that ain't the name of this song You're wrong If you think you're better than another We're all created equal Like sister and brother Or so we've been taught But if that's the case Why is nuff props given If you've got a lighter face? "But who are YOU to talk?," you ask me Hey, I know the feelin' of cops drivin' past me Hawkin' me Like I'm some kind of criminal Subliminally I wonder, "Do
they wanna kill me?" Cuz I got a logo promotin' a gun I'm thinkin', "Run!" Until I realize that the real one Is in HIS holster Besides, I'd never commit a crime Yo, you should have listened to my rhyme When I said "It's just another day in the jungle" The action began... Now let the drum go.
(It's a roller coast of action...) We're ready for action, no more relaxin'...
And take some...(action)
Action The state or process of doin' An act So get on track, and get it movin' We sat long enough Now it's time for a stand Raise our voices And cultivate this wasteland To form and refine I've gone for mine So go for yours And do away with the chores Of society Because a change is necessary To raise our mentality And change our vocabulary Cuz proper speech patterns Is a sign of intelligence Step by step We'll end this negligence You call me hypocrite Cuz I speak in slang It ain't the same thang YOU call it a black thang! But that's what I mean That's my point, exactly You tell me you're down Behind my back you jack me Who's side are you on? You'd better make up your mind To separate the good from the bad Don't take much time And time's what we don't have We used too much already Why you think today's humanity's a "deadly medly"? To achieve wealth And to maintain the proper health You must possess stealth And have pride in self "Ahh, what a glorious day!" you realize A new world appears before your eyes Nothin' to criticize That's your reaction Life is worth livin' Now we're ready for action.
One step, two steps One step at a time We're on our way to the mountaintop No fallin' behind Easy does it Cuz that's the way it has to be done To put our hands together We gotta let go of the gun What good is it doin' ya? I just can't understand Do you feel it protects ya? Does it make you a man? Damn, how does THAT shit sound? A man you ain't Untie the bind on your mind Cuz there's too much restraint If you think that you're all that Why don't you put down the gat? Put up your dukes, chap We'll see how you scrap I didn't think so, amigo Now crawl back to your hole If you refuse to be a leader Don't try playin' the role Because relaxin' and maxin' Ain't allowed when you're taxin' My reaction to Jackson is tell him, "Take a step back, son!" And if he refuse I don't harass him or bash him I proceed to proceed Because I'm ready for action.
"Itz About Time" (w/ Double-D)
This jam ain't hard to put up with You're tempted to pump it Up, inside your ride Cuz the rhythm is, um...thick! Smooth, to a point But forever gettin' rougher Those who opposed Had to learn the word "suffer" And suffer they did They unknowingly placed a high bid Thinkin' they could be like me And do what I did By blowin' your mind When sayin' what I gotta say In a funky rhyme Except they never came on time! Don't even step to the Triple-D The Disciples Dissin' Discipline Got it goin' on, ya see Oooh, I gotta jump back And kiss myself I would drink to celebrate But it ain't good for my health Gimme a Snapple Preferrably raspberry iced tea Or a fruit PUNCH And his partner, Judy Like Ralph Kramden I'm bussin' your ass, to the next stop My hammer is cocked And then your neck pop Crackle, snap I'm puttin' Buffalo on the map Get with this, or get with that But that's wack! Don't waste your time With a rhyme that's worth a dime I'm goin' for mine... And it's about time.
It's about time For a rhyme design That's genuine and divine From the creative mind Known as Double-D No one can get with me The p-o-e-t That's the way it's gotta be To be the best I must confess So I'll express Not like the rest So I guess that I'm on a quest Or a route to get clout And without a doubt You're out in the first bout That's what gangsters are all about But I'll kick bass Not to disgrace my race My face is out of place When I pick up the pace And let lyrics go, when I flow Bet you didn't know That I have more soul Than there's snow in Buffalo When I release I can't cease with the masterpiece... At a party I drink Bacardi and act naughty Don't dress gaudyit'll start me To continue with the menu On rhymes I get revenue So rappin's my venue Or somethin' I can do I christen, my rhymes glisten So now, you got a listen Of the other Disciple And discipline's what I'm dissin'.
Flowin' and goin' and showin' You MUST be knowin' by now That I'm always ready to go toe-to-toe And how! Back to back With any amateur new jack Who ain't got no friends, only enemies What's up with that? Gainin' respect By keepin' suckers in check And all the while I keep the honeys wet And that you can bet I'm like the flavor of the month So call me a Black Sheep Create my rhymes under covers Because the brain never sleeps Whether I'm inside my girl Or coolin' out at the mall I'm bound to make up a lyric That's WAY more potent than 8-Ball If he said, she said I ain't tryin' to hear it If the puddin' is stale Then I ain't goin' near it Because I'm not the type of guy To do whatever is clever But however If it's a clever endeavor Then I'll never say never Damn! You gotta give me some room to breathe Cuz if I can't breathe How can you get what you need? A kickin' beat Combined with a rhyme That's designed To bring out the best steps you can find In your mind Or pay your partner a fine So you can take their steps And bump, wiggle and grind As I go for mine I'm stylin' divine I know you love it... It's about time.
Pump your fist And get a load of this It's the lyricist, the Double-D And I don't miss at this Or at that Get your get when I attack And let go a mic blow To put you on your back From my verse Without a curse I dropped the vulgarity It's about time Rappers rhyme with sincerity Kick facts and info- Mation for the nation Education with motivation Leads to salvation Freedom and liberty With an end to all of the poverty No more bigotry And property is held properly But that's just my dream And it seems it can't come true They say we're the same But it's a shame what we've been through M-L-K, J-F-K What did the people say? It's time for change, rearrange There's no other way To get what we gotta get Go where we gotta go So I hit who I gotta hit And flow when I gotta flow The law has a flaw When they censor my rhyme So revolution's the solution And it's about time.