....:::[x-FoCuS-x]:::.... Rip by: twiz Date Ripped: 10/24/98 Artist Name: Jeru the Damaja Album Name: Wrath of the Math Album Release Date: 1996 Genre: Rap/Hip Hop PAYDAY/FFRR. 15 Tracks Total: fcs_01_Wrath_of_the_Math.mp3 fcs_02_The_Frustrated_Nigga.mp3 fcs_03_Black_Cowboys.mp3 fcs_04_The_Bullshit.mp3 fcs_05_Whatever.mp3 fcs_06_Physical_Stamina.mp3 fcs_07_One_Day.mp3 fcs_08_Revenge_of_the_Prophet_(Part_5).mp3 fcs_09_Scientifical_Madness.mp3 fcs_10_Not_The_Average.mp3 fcs_11_Me_Or_The_Papes.mp3 fcs_12_How_I'm_Livin'.mp3 fcs_13_Too_Perverted.mp3 fcs_14_Ya_Playin_Yaself.mp3 fcs_15_Invasion.mp3 Gang Starr Productions, Inc. This Album was created to SAVE hip-hop and the minds of people who listen to it. Peace!! #xFoCuSx on EFnet ------------------------------------------------------ Heres some lyrics I Found on the Web: (*** = new song) ***The Frustrated Nigga (Out of the fog into the smog, he walks in, he's ready for victory He walks again by night, ruthlessly, meeting wit the unknown) It's the educated field nigga, trained in guerilla Warfare plus equipped wit mental hardware Manifesting organizational skills Cuz organizational skills kills more devils than bullets Pull it, the psychological trigger and be a real nigga Happy as a runaway slave in the jungle The concrete jungle, here's your scars weary, here's your arms don't fear 'em But you might die if you bail against the system Another nigga caught up in the system To amend my invisible chains and deviate from the system No longer shall I be a victim Victimized, circumsized by the lies of the system It's equivalent to being nonexisent I used to be a pawn in the game Now I change my postion, I'm making moves Beware of the frustrated nigga Know what I'm saying Rob the ?bell? horse triumphantly Put a saddle on his back, take him to hell and back You can take a nigga out the jungle But you can't take the jungle out the cat Black cats, brown cats, all types of cats Mental fusion, it's no illusion, or delusion Of grandeur but the way we were And will be and ever shall be Eternally but you mask my present existence In ignorance, mock my appearance Yet yearn for my esscence, steal my lessons So I reeducate, unlearn what Was taught, hold down the fort Each one teach one, now I got support We don't need no water, let the muthafuka burn Down to the ground America, America, the beautiful thoughts From a frustrated nigga You know what I'm saying Systematic, destruction of the original man Drugs by nigga on nigga Cocaine, morphine, nicotine The evil of men run through my bloodstream And the blood of kings runs through my bloodstream This dignified bastard Hazardous to the health of America Black rebel in your area Psychoanalyze this Then send your forces cuz now we mean business You should now bear witness to a new brand of nigga This nigga is smarter than the nigga of time's past This nigga is the nigga of the future This nigga will emancipate himself from the title of nigga And restore his title as king So beware, beware, beware, beware The frustrated nigga.... ***Black Cowboys Verse 1 ------- I heard some MC's wanna bring it But a female is one of their strongest men When I step to you don't seek refuge Make it happen, fuck the rappin' Because I know I got that sewed The first time I ever touched the microphone it glowed Now I explode, eruptin' like a nigga that drunk too much But not intoxicated... As mental stress increase you'll need to be sedated Sick and tired of the izm schism This time's a warning, after this we take it to pugilism Mash out the beedies, dreads spark up the corn I flow muddy like the gutter after the rainstorm My mission to seek, build or destroy Like Deadwood Dick, I be the Black Cowboy And this is the showdown... Chorus ------ [Primo scratching] "I got the wild style..." / "Black Cowboy" Verse 2 ------- After this MC's will wish to do battle with me For their sake I hope that they apply the proper strategy In any case, worst comes to worst I'll be the best Storms will come, this we know for sure, but can you stand the crash test? There's no vest or no way you can get suited up For what's about to happen, you might as well get zooted I heard that ignorance is bliss, so I guess you're all blistered The wrong move is made, like 40's in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted And just in case the first time you missed it The wrong move is made, like 40's in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted Livin' on a diet of flesh and Mistic I kicks the ballistics and keep it realistic We shoot shit up like the Hatfields and McCoys Perverted monks, the Black Cowboys And this is the showdown... Repeat chorus Verse 3 ------- It's a cryin' shame what some niggas'll do for fame When they think they know the game But I switch up the rules of the game Drops jewels in the game The fluid is quite fatal, like water on the brain I be the Sheriff and I got MC's on the chain gang Continuous hard labour until the day that they hang One outlaw tried to escape but I murdered his gang Right back at ya bitch-ass just like a boomerang Or a bolo, you couldn't knock me out with Apollo The god is never chillin', hot like a volcano Once I met up with this bandolero Why'd he make me bust him in his head with his banjo? I put MC's on the ceiling like Michelangelo Did the Sixteenth [Sistine] Chapel Known to kick and grapple, so you couldn't test the Real McCoy The Black Cowboys And this is the showdown... Repeat chorus ***Tha Bullshit Ladies and gentlemen Children of all ages It's me, Jeru the Damaja And I'm here to present to you today The bullshit Yes, this is the bullshit, the extreme bullshit The absolute bullshit This is the, bullshit of all shit This bullshit is so bullshit, I NEVER wanna hear this bullshit on the radio Or in my children's ears, cause it's bullshit You know? So, as we talk about the bullshit and what bullshit is I'ma drop the bullshit on you right now You know, the bullshit goes like this Jump up in my Rolls Royce, top choice Make em holler, everything I do is for a dollar Fuck being civilized, I got dollar signs in my eyes One day I'll fall, but for now I'll rise Trust me, as the stink stuff, fries up I'm cookin up I used to spend the nights in spots run up buck buck but now I'm all growed up and blowed up And believe me Baby Pah I got it all sewed up And the loot is in big bags and all stored up And the niggaz I used to run with is all locked up But, I keep bubblin, got em on the corners like court justice jugglin, avoid the late night mugging Become stick up kids be bugging I paid my dues so I'm some exotic island Smilin, sun shinin all off my diamonds Sippin on martinis bad hookers in bakinis A airplane load of exotic work from Tahiti Plus a squad of killer bitches that all carry uzis I got a lot so if it gets too hot Jump in the billion dollar jet, or the million dollar yacht Got the Teflon vest, in case they knock me out the box Oh no, I think I hear gunshots... *rat-atat-atat-tat* Huh huh ahh, huh, whew! Damn, so it was just a dream, whew Whoa damn A scary motherfucking dream, that was bullshit! I never say no bullshit like that man Nah I don't believe it none of that bullshit That's some bullshit... ***Whatever Intro Ayo...(what's up?)...there's a lotta motherfuckers out here with a style similar to mine nowadays, you know what I mean? (For reals) Be tryin' to like...they infiltrated the camp, and now they, they wanna take the style and claim it for they owns, ya know? (That's how you feel?) But I'mma blow'em up, 'cause it's just like, whatever, you know what I'm sayin'? (Whatever) First Verse It's too strategical and mathematical I rotate so fast that I appear invisible I keep it chemical, but never subliminal The force centrifugal and spiritual You got static? Get grounded, 'cause I've mastered electrical Mostly mental, but don't sleep on the physical Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to him Still my LP is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers in a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical Applied science left MC's penetrable The leader's stroke is apocalyptic Hostile like Arabics in Israel with automatics And if you want it, the Monks can make it hectic Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus Whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo Scratching] (Unknown): "And to all y'all crews...whatever" Second Verse Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin' The ultimate MC equation Ferromagnetic, ask my pops, it's genetic That's why I'm a weedhead and not an alcoholic Call it whatever you want to call it Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics Got MCin' locked down like a convict Blowin' up opposition as I maneuver through it And to make sure it's overstood, I stick around Popular like crime in ghetto neighbourhoods Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it down Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson, kids, check it out So whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo scratching] Lord Finesse: "I gotta do my thing...I represent" (Unknown): "And to all y'all crews, whatever" Third Verse Fire, flames, heat up the competition Spontaneous combustion, like the Pope's religion your style of emceein' is Paganism Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Roman Christian But your niggas soup you up like Lipton The Gwong Jan Lin of underground emceein' strikes again The snake bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous venom, ask the devil, he knows I'm dangerous Freak on the mic, but not sexual Call me unalike 'cause my rhymes are never homo Make you sad, like when Cher left Sonny Bono Fire burn Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo Whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo Scratching] Lord Finesse: "I gotta do my thing...I represent" (Unknown): "And to all y'all crews, whatever" ***One Day One day about 6:00 O'clock I woke up by the sound of my buzza, And a car or a truck squeezing off, So i jump up scratched my nuts, But when I was like who's that nobody speaks up So I go to the door, there's a note, It says we have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his troat, Do the right thing, and we might let him go, But if you call the police, that's all she wrote, You know what the motive is it's all about doe, And in case you think we bullshitin' here's the photo, I couldn't reconize the clowns because they were all hooded down, But I peeped Foxxy Brown sippin' crystal in the background, With fake alligator boots on, And smack dab in the middle was Hip-Hop with the vasace suit on, I immediately called Primo, I said Hip-Hop is in trouble Meet me at my rest on the double, Don't even jump in the shower, Matter of fact scratch my rest Meet me at D&D in a half -n- hour, And bring all your shit wit you, Cause you know what we got to do, Yo Afu, [what's up?] Let's jet son like elroy, If I recall correctly I last saw Hip-Hop down in Bad Boy. Will see if Puff knows what's up. Cuz, he's the one getting him drunk, and fuckin' his mind up, We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found, So we snatch up Jack Black and beat his bitch ass down, Now were's Hip-Hop, AIIIGHT, AIIIGHT, He confessed Suge came and took him from Puff last night, He said he would give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve him, So we went to L.A. later that evening, When we got there everything was Aiight, And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night. One Day ***Revenge of the Prophet (part 5) Intro: >Well Prophet >It seems like you're in a bit of a jam >I hope you can unstick yourself, Oh >And what you did to my wife >It was nothing, I have others >hahahahahaha >The Saga Continues...... Verse 1 It's been awhile since I escaped the library fightin ignorance everyday, its gettin weary when I think I got him he pulls a slip on me and theres so many soldiers in his fiendous ass army One of the fiercest, is this nigga named Tricknology the last time we met, he got the drop on me shit happens so fast he even got some of my family blasted my way up out the building when I catch him Im gon kill him track him uptown, where I hear he's lyin to children 1-2-5th's the stop, go outside I hear gunshots run up the block greedy Lou's dead infront of the materialistic crack spot Trick's yellin out this is my block I would've hit him, but I didn't have a clear shot an innocent bystander might get popped Damn....a small thang cuz the prophet still cant be stopped What...thats right, this is my motherfuckin life Trick-nol-ogy, you know what Im sayin you know me, you can't front on me.... Verse 2 Im in a fucked up position but if he squeezes again, Im gon lift em a few seconds later now here comes the siren oh shit its the pork chop patrol their on Ignorance's payroll and they only came to hold... Tricknolog down, scoup Greedy Lou off the ground throw him in the back of a truck one yells 'What the fuck nigga ya lookin at? now get the fuck outta here' then I get that feeling that I feel when danger is in the air then out of nowhere one yells the Prophets over there immediatly following mad led is in the air picture all posted up like they knew I'd be here I'd go for what I know but shit there everywhere through in the back and forth my gun gets lost but I managed to get one high powered thought off I split 6 pigs that got sawed off as their bodies break south I proceed to break north now shit is lookin dim and you'd think all maybe lost but the Prophet won't go out at any cost You could never stop the prophet.... >Unit's 1 &2, Unit's 1 & 2 the prophet has been sighted >if you see him kill him can't a damn thing stop me Verse 3 I head toward the train station my force did stop most of the ammunition still I need medical attention but Im not bitchin ,gettin Ignorance is my mission all of a sudden Greedy Lou comes creepin around the corner talkin bout..Prophet your a gonna We knew you followed Trick uptown because you wanna get rid of Ignorance but that dont make no sense He runs the world I know this from experience Why don't you come & work wit us you'll see the boss' game is nice that night...Greedy Lou died twice Now I'm wanted, pork chop patrol has a warrant but that still can't stop the Prophet >Here ye, here ye the court of Ignborance is now in session >we, judge and the jury find the Prophet >guilty in the murder of Greedy Lou >one of our close personal homeboys >so for that the sentence is death >when you find him execute him ***Scientifical Madness (Chorus) Scientifical Madness Scientifical Madness My status is the baddest (Repeat Again) (Verse 1) There's a hole in the ozone layer I'm rippin vampires You think I give a fuck Who's the biggest player Or who's got the fattest bank roll What is it if a man gains the world And lose his own soul? Bioengineered, mutated chickens Niggaz lickin' one another Brother killin' brother And you demon muthafuckas Start coastal rivalries The worlds greatest lust is jewelery Mind Jah lick you with disease So I inflict MC's like Ebola Or some other man made cancer Fuck a two-hundred dollar sweater We need to try and reach the niggaz On the corner But all we do is create drug dealers Envy then creates murderers Diamond rings, pretty hoes Fat chains, expensive things Just watch which way Ya burner swings in this world of... (Chorus) (Verse 2) Chemical warfare The telephoner acts like he lives here The goverment is putting madd shit in the air Projects are strategically set-up In the case that shit you up They easily blown up Poisonous gases The so-called righteous help for the masses But it's them that judge their own asses Knowing what thier task is But still receding, ass backwards Do you need to ask me who the devil is Some may call it showbizz I just call 'em hipocrites 'Cause they don't teach the children shit positive Like how a man should live They only focus on the negative So they're stuck in the ghetto While you drive a car and got a condo It's all for the dolo It's killing your own people profits greater than (?Peneco?) Forget about whats equal In this world of... (Chorus) (Verse3) Artifically inseminated White bitches have babies most black youth are incarcerated In the ghetto babies having babies but no loot So most pregnancies are terminated Warlocks keep the covernant And the souls of the ignorant ones empower it It's transparent You see Uncle Sam as your parent When Amerikkka has beef you jump up to defend it But you can still be a defendant Ask my co-defendant And we're both innocent Every black man in Amerikkka faces imprisonment Ridicule, and torment But in this tournament The chosen few shall be triumphant And the devil will be decapitated So you can keep your (?duckets?) And your (?dressing?), I wont be emasculated In this world of... (Chorus) ***Average Nigga I met this honey named Yolanda You would not believe the things that I told her She had potential so I thought that I would mold her (Break it down son) You would usually see me and her around town She had this way that was so sexy Everytime I think about it-makes me woozy And her (?enem?) was just so nice and juicy Plus a mind that you would not believe No tricks up her sleeve So we dated, like Janet Jackson, we waited A while and waited and waited I started to wonder would I ever get in it Finally the invitation was extended With that I said "Mi casa es su casa" Meet me at my pad tomorow-about six o'clock No question-the next day, we kissin' and caressin' Before long, we starts to undress and With that I pulls out my pack of hats She looks me dead in the eye and says "What's that?" I said "Don't tell me you don't know what condoms is for" She says "Yeah, but the average nigga'll love to hit it raw" And I said I'm not your average nigga No I'm not your average nigga You can't get me, I'm not your average nigga I'm not your average nigga Girlfriend, I'm not your average nigga No, no I'm not your average nigga (Yo Ru! Yo these honeys be on some shit for real. Yo tell me about the other honey you was kickin' it to) I met this honey named Tamika My intentions was more than just to freak her Since I'm gone I thought that I would teach her (Where'd you meet her at, black?) At The Tunnel so you know it didn't happen like that I got her name and her number I said "Girlfriend, I just wonder, Could you come home with me?" She said "Uh-uh, But you got the digits-ring me up tomorow and see where it leaves ya at We started speakin' We planned to hook up that next weekend We discussed the place of our meeting She said "Come to my projects, Sometimes niggaz be buggin, but I got mad respect" So like a dummy, I went to scoop up this young honey Gassed up by the fat ass and flat tummy But when I rolled up It start to look just like a set-up Now I'm mad hot, but this time played it cool Recognized one nigga I used to run with in high school I said "You know Tamika?" He said "Yeah I know the whore" Got me to the elevator and led me to her door When I rung the bell she was mad surprised Flung the door wide open with a wild look in her eyes I said, yo I'm not your average nigga You see, I'm not your average nigga You can't get me cuz I'm not your average nigga I'm not your average nigga Girlfriend, I'm not your average nigga Oh no, you know I'm not your average nigga (scratch-"Chain nigga"-scratch-"here you comin' but your steps are to loud. Standing on the corner, thought him was cool"-scratch-"chain nigga" I met this honey named Sabrina I thought that this time this one would be the Queen of My dreams, but you know how that goes (God, I heard it before) So let me tell you what happened one day I'm outside her door And we're talking about how her ex-boyfriend be stalking She said she thought she saw him when we were walking I said "Don't worry about it, Put that shit on the side, and slide up in the crib" So we're lampin', she's still shook up about what happened I said "Don't sweat it, he's probably just rappin'" She said "Little do you know, Last week he threw a brick threw my bedroom window" I said "Whatever, I don't think he's that crazy" She said "You never, know where he may be" All of a sudden, out of nowhere The crazy mothafucka jumped out on me I made him melt with a blow to the head And before I bounced, this is what I said I said Yo I'm not your average nigga No, I'm not your average nigga You can't get me cuz I'm not your average nigga Mista, I'm not your average nigga No, I'm not your average nigga Oh no, you know, I'm not your average nigga ***Me or the Papes Party people, in the place to be From the same man, who brought you Da Bichez (Da Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez) We were misunderstood, last time we brought you Ba Bichez (Da Bichez Da Bichez) Now we gonna clear it up and let you make up your own mind like this... Now a queen's a queen, and a whore is a whore She felt if she made me wait I'd have more respect for her Adore her, eventually spendin up my digits She felt that love would make me buy her mad material shit She likes to trick em, cause ain't nothin like a sleepin victim East New York style stick em -- ha ha ha, stick em Top rated game, but if it's game I played it Underestimated, swore the king was checkmated She claims she loves my mind, cause I'm so intelligen But fuck my mental, she was scheming on my mint Evil inten-tion, to de-plenish the fund She tried to juice me with the pussy cept for, the mask and gun I was a fool to fall in lust with this evil ge-nius She had me by the nuts She ain't got shit but man she loves it plush Whippin I whip, and suckin up I canibus Back in the days, I woulda scraped her for this caper But I realize, it wasn't me it was the paper Let me kick it, about the digits, that I've collected Long distance, and disconnected, it's gettin hectic Before my record, they didn't show it But now they throw it, hopin that they'll get drunk off Moet or Cristal, but that's not my par-ticular style and taste My name ain't Puff and I ain't got loot to waste I ain't got time to waste, bad bitches is all up in my face Crazy ignorant, sweatin links minks and shit Cosmetic, but deep down, derelict Fake players, never get out the projects It's pathetic -- the way she bends for dividends I tried to jewel her but she tried to get a drink at the end of our con-vo-sation, I did not have the patience Slid off to the next Asian She said, "What you do?" I said, "What?" She said, "You know your occuptation?" So I broke the fuck out In nineteen-ninety-six that's what it's all about, but I won't go that route Back in the days Biz said it was The Vapors But today, I realize that it's the papers "Cause ain't no fiends comin in between me and my dreams See what I mean black, I" -- "gets the paper" (repeat 3X) Now a whore's a whore, find a queen and she'll be my Earth Respect love and protect her, for all that it's worth I admit I have flaws, I flips it first, but deep down I wishes to give em the universe A lot of the ones that I thought was right wasn't I build with Afu, he said "Don't sweat it cause they come a dime a dozen" Like my ex-stunt, wanted a diamond Bitches love power, while queens, love refinement Low stress environment, old age and retirement Never have to wonder where my money went Where my honey went, is her back gettin twisted by the next fella, always take heed to what I tell her When I'm wrong, she lets me know I need correction When I'm right she's my reflection still we, use protection Through thick and thin, thin and thick She's my diamond in the rough not a whore or a trick Great expectations, of me and she buildin nation Everything we do and skyscrapin Back in the days, the devil used to rape her Nowadays, he got her chasin the paper "Cause ain't no fiends comin in between me and my dreams See what I mean black, I" -- "gets the paper" (repeat 4X) ***Ya Playin Yaself Intro: Jeru Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler? No I'm not. Are you a man, or can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes? Yes I can. Are you willing, to go out there and save the lives of our children, even if it means losing your own life? Yes I am. I believe you Jeru, you ready. *You've no-no-nothing to worry about* Verse One: Now, I don't push a Lex Others have their turn to flex, Jeru is up next All, these so called players up in the rap game Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine It used to be LaToya and, jim hats But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo Never received currency for moving a kilo Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake pimp fee flow I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo Or on video get caught you'll know who turned stints Evidence murder weapon profession and fingerprints Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth Tight case for the DA from here to down South Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth You're a player but only because you be playin yourself Chorus: With all that Big Willie talk hah, you're, playin yaself With all that big gun talk rock, you're, playin yaself With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself With all that big gun talk rock, you're, playin yaself With all that Big Willie talk hah, you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself Verse Two: Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city I refined a few I met, around the country The nitty gritty is all reality, no question Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infection And sisters with good minds, get no respect when Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted Black women, make sure you're respected When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall shit, let em know from jump dead that you're not ignorant Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself Chorus: With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself Verse Three: Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs in the projects, or use mics to sell sex Niggaz, nowadays is all about this So much ying yang, it's ridiculous If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors And these record companies shake em down like mobsters But impostors, like commercial locks and not rastas Always fakin moves, never, makin moves Ass is shaked, bottles pop, the government is breakin down you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers all battered and bruised, on the streets Won't see snakes on my feet The race is on, but I won't compete In this competion, because I have a greater mission I hope that you listen Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself Chorus: So all that Big Willie talk hah, you're, playin yaself And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin yaself And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin yaself And all that big gun talk money you're playin yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself ***Invasion * bonus CD track, originally appeared on New Jersey Drive Vol. 2 Verse One: Police all on my dick like I shot somebody Cause of these big ass lips and I rock my locks knotty Life is getting hectic Tupac got shot in the nuts You saw cops was corrupt when Rodney King got fucked up With friends like these who needs enemies Constantly harassing, filling up my nuts like a Klansman Snatching up a nigga for nuttin I heard bad guys wear black So I guess I'm the motherfucking villain Under pressure they got me under pressure What's your name your address and phone number Your occupation come down to the station There's been a robbery they claim a nigga fit the description It can't be, so I slides out on em In ninety-five you gotta catch a nigga, if you want him One to three, and five to ten Bullies in blue suits Son with automatic weapons I'm stressed, ready to blow up somethin The beast keep frontin, invasion Verse Two: I was forced into a life of crime Career criminal, now my career is crime My mind is in a fucked up state A brainwashed state, is the black man's fate, in the ground or locked down upstate, when I was young I used to shoot for the stars but got shot down by demons in patrol cars Stars good cop, bad cop, stick up the crack spot The ave won't get hot til one of their crew gets shot Ask, Larry Davis, how much they took Cops and crooks, but who's the crooks? Take a nigga to jail, make bail, guilty or innocent The system gets ten percent Frontin like you're doin somethin But you ain't sayin nothin, invasion Verse Three: Come up in my cipher best believe I'ma dip on that ass Beast-boy I'm professional heart of the ghetto raised, in the ways of thugs Dodgin slugs, takin slugs, driving stolen automobiles skills fantastical Living life on the edge it's dramatic, mad drama I'm a fanatic, adrenalin addict Getaway car, stick shit or automatic Where's my crew at, you got your crew scopin for a nigga up and down the Ave, it makes me laugh Eat my nuts, eat my dust I won't spend the night locked up or in handcuffs Cuz in the conrete jungle, I got the right stuff Smooth operator, pilot and navigator Break out from oppression, my mission to escape The, invasion