YOU! The real me is what you see Fuck your conformity Pride, passion and honesty About the things so close to me Close to me, close to me The real me
FUCK YOU! The real me is what you see Fuck your conformity Pride, passion and honesty About the things so close to me Close to me, close to me The real me
gone do I know a nigga plottin' up ta jack me Or nab me Thats why when I ride on my lap be The strap piece Don't try ta jam one tha oneway dawg Look cuz
was written What is religion? Gods words all cursed like crack Shai-tan's way of gettin us back Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps [Storm]
me kill one of these redneck motherfuckers the day before court thinking hard about my rights am I gonna fight or plied guilty the drug site the judge will plead me
up Its violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us If its this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone,
music plays on, plays on) It won't stop, thug music plays on (plays on) I wanna holla, I need to talk to the world The system haters, even though sometimes
so many pains! Life's like really leavin' me plain as I fight to try to make it out of satan's System. But really all they gotta do is shape the world
Times. (TIMES!) I can beat the system! - Come on, let's say you with me! Show me some optimism, we can takeover the city! (WE CAN TAKEOVER THE CITY!) [Chorus: B-Real] Real
seconds guitar solo by Daron Malakian] Rape one, cap one, fake one, slap one! [3 seconds guitar solo by Daron Malakian] Break one, jack one, save one, get one
head Verse Two: B-Real Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin Me and
Every step that I take - a rock might knock me over! [Chorus: B-Real] Strike - the match! - Sparks - the flame! It starts - the fire that burns down the system
of us just like me Who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me And just might be the next best
and counting Hot one,this choice critical, Situation is difficult My calibre won't allow me to rhyme on a level where your people can hear me, see me
the window, heard the DJ cut Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun Otis Redding - slam! The music stopped Guess the system blew out one of his amps
d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me? [Cappadonna] Wutup Toney? [Ghostface] Wsup don' don'.. [ODB] All the way
d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB:] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me? [Cappadonna:] Wutup Toney? [Ghostface:] Wsup don' don'.. [ODB:] All the way
1,2 When The Armies In Your System Its About To Go Down Crazy Grafh Is His Name From The Streets [Hook: Swizz Beatz] When The Armies In Your System Aint
