[Verse One] Check the action, tracks with traction, fact with fiction Mix it, now that's faction, El got you relaxin I'm camomile, volume sleepin pills Head back but comin still The production is fuel-injected, Speed Racer behind the wheel Diesel beats real As conversations on 43rd Street in the projects, slangin words Hey fiends, sniff these verbs Pick 'em up off the curbs Tracks like tickets over twelve billion served And, keep yo' hands out my pocket Uhh, Brother El used to catch the L Before he grabbed the mic and rocked it, in XL Uhh, ballad in myself I do myself in a cell Analyzed it, locked it in, and now I got it Listen, there's, no competition make beats with my alter-ego, sweat in my eyes, double vision
Incisions of small cuts to the veins of the brain Ya, y'all niggaz ain't right man, ya y'all niggaz ain't right! Yeah, we gon' work it out witcha, mm-hmm, yeah just hold pat
[Chorus] Whooped, massacred, raped, scarred Ridiculed, under-educated and domesticated Hardcore brother tryin to stay motivated And what my cypher created the world try and fade it
[Verse Two] How you feel? I'm straight, but I could be better I'm composin a letter, a letter for what? A letter to state, showin the fate, of mankind line for line I'm livin decent but I'm cryin; I'm sick of tryin to come up on a grip, don't slip, that's easy I step in military formation Pacin the cold streets, dark nights, and gang fights over, territory, that ain't right, I might just step back and react on a different plane Change the slang, watch the devils go insane cause they don't understand a damn thang Life ain't the same when you use your brain Reveal the name, don't be estranged They not ready to see the true blackness In fact this is a whole new concept but I'll keep you in step Oooh! Watch the moves it's a dusty groove And I, come with bullshit to make hits I, hold the essence of effervescence, now .. uhh, learn your lessons!