Ghostface Killah] 

Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one 

Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun 

Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches 

House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern 

Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies 

Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's 

FOR THOSE THAT MURDERED ME SHALL STAND BEFORE GOD 

TO FALL AT THE HANDS OF FATE, THEN OUT COMES THE ROD 

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, 

bring it back, bring it back.. {*record run backwards*} 


What the fuck is goin on? I can't go to sleep 

Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep 

Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep 

Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep 

Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry (?) guns 

(?) got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam 

Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot 

So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot 

Not knowin FUCKIN WITH ME, you get your meat chopped 

YOU THOUGHT WE'D FALL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED 

CALL (??), CALL ON AN AMBULANCE 

YOU BETTER STOP MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAM 

Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls 

Nigga motherfuckin eunuch, I even take which was yours 

I'm the nigga that made you man 

When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand! 


[Isaac Hayes] 

Don't kill your brother, let's love each other 

Don't get mad.. cause it ain't that bad 

Just be who you are.. you've come so far 

It's in your hands, just be a man 

Get the jelly out your spine! 

Cobwebs, out of your mind 


[RZA] 

I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes 

They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times 

They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds 

Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony 

They spat at Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us 

with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers 

Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin 

Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in 

AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHES 

NEGATIVE FORCE IN THE SKULL FOR (??) GODLESS 

WHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE 

THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS 

Walkin through Park Hill, drunk as a +FUCK+ 

Lookin around like, these +DEVILS+, I'm ready to break this world down 

They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate 

And just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditate 

What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? 

Grab a two-two and run out there AND PUT THIS FUCKIN VIOLENCE IN YOU? 

I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I.. 


[Isaac Hayes - overlapping RZA at the end] 

Don't like the game, nigga use your head 

You should be callin the shots instead 

The power is in your hands.. 

Stop all this cryin, and be a man