bulworth (they talk about it while we live it)

Singer:prodigy

aiyyo

wordup dunn

man you know how i feel

gotta be more to it than this

word up

this what it's all about dunn? uh?

eating

drinking

fucking

sucking

whattup

i don't know baby

nah man

it's not

it's not yo word up

i'm tellin you right now

i know this shit though

aiyyo

disagreeable

foul energy

tryin to

absorb my energy

knowin it's the strength of me

take a few to give me a edge

my green light shine bright

kryptonite type

fully operational

my physical cream

put the bottles of smoke down

pick up a magazine

popped it inside the ar-15

put it aside

round up the regime

while you rely on religion

i hold a nine

on the mission

to pull fire on your opposition

revelation was the vision of this

crack the heavens

it's time to bring the business

shit

my story goes back to them lost pyramids

i'm seeing things that you won't believe exists

he use a lunar-tick

suspended in time dunn

the secondary light got your mind

you rock the fatigues

to squab until? popular? guns

but are you really prepared

for the things to come?

check it out

true underground sound from the boogie down

uptown downtown gather round for the showdown

in they faces

calling out these racists

at rolling stone

spin details and other places

krs is the source

fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course

you'll print about black mayors

black senators

why you ain't got no black editors?

everytime i do an interview in rolling stone

they sendin me a writer that look like he's home alone

ignorant

to the culture and the microphone

this has got to stop - your whole spot

is blown sky high

battle why try?

my view is bird's eye

scopin with my third eye

you don't understand

why you're publically banned

until you recognize the writing skills of a black man

black editor

all of us ain't thuggin

gossiping over who's homosexual

some of us are black intellectuals

up in harlem world

you can't get with me

so now in midtown

you wanna stop and talk to me?

bitch ass journalist

is this your fake hip-hop publication?

look i'm burnin this

how many didn't want to see it happen

street moves

live from staten

if life is a joke

nobody laughin

hate to see a brother do good through legal action

so you sabotage and throw a def in the squad

fo'-fo's blastin

keep the po-po flashin

these dark soul assassins

jake's hate the gods with a passion

so i keep it movin in an orderly

fashion

pedal to the floor - peep the jim crow law

mind control theory

y'all niggaz don't hear me

generation next

droppin fast who's next

next to get wet

by the reign of the tech-knowledgy

follow me

open up wide now

swallow me

every calorie

is reality the truth

the whole truth and

nothin but the truth

taste is the proof

these niggaz want the juice

and in the crossfire

be the youth

who didn't learn to duck when they shoot

what kind of party is this

it's that political kind

where america's best

most hypocritical minds

try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind

and for the right dollar sign

do white collar crime

behind suits

and clean shaves

i confuse em and use em as tools and slaves

because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations -

i robs the damn nation

so i can live in luxury

you fucks with me

you marryin the dirt and i'ma throw in the tux for free

i tell the people what they wanna hear

i make em laugh and cheer

and then they re-elect me every year

so when the coast is clear

i stop duckin

and start back doin dope

cussin and fuckin

i kiss the babies

shake hands

wave and smile for flicks

that's my style

my pol-i-tricks

triple-six convicts

lyin is automatic

in the government

republican or democratic

fuck freedom

justice and equality

nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledge