Check it out ch'all, here I come again with verse two
With the knowledge of myself I got another one from me to you
? tracks movin' smoother than machinery
It's plain to see I'm fin' to be another brother catchin' heat
I take a stand cause America ain't shit to me
And bringin knowledge of the way it is supposed to be
And knock you devils out the box like a mule kick
Comin' up with the shit the tricky skunks can't fuck with
Rap is rhythm and poetry I thought you knew it
But who would have ever thought that we would use it
The way we be usin' it?
Spittin' facts to my peers and your fear is showin'
Cause now the black is knowing things you thought we shouldn't know and
Getting ready for a power move
Yes yes y'all, ready for the motherfucking show and prove
So pack a lunch when the bunch roll, cause we're going
For the gold but I never sold my soul for it
Now, whose freedom of speech if I can't reach each
There's no support when you're black and you're going for yours
Yeah, that's alright
As long as niggaz're killing niggaz making money is nuttin' for whites
That's the way they wanna play and now I know they fear it
Where the hell was little Ollie all them other years?
Blacks was dying in the movies and in other records
I see the racist motherfucker never said nuttin'
But that's the way it is when I run it
I make the funky tracks to keep my people up on it
Well known and prone to break a bone let's get it on
I'm showin' you the facts on wax 'til your mind has grown
Huh, and still sayin what I wanna say
I won't slip still sayin' what I wanna say
I won't slip still sayin' what I wanna say
I'm P-Dog and I'm always gonna make it plain