[Intro: C. Tucker] It is obscene, it is obscene, it is In 1992 the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was more important to ban speech that is dehumanizing to women than to protect free speech. Now we see the direct and indirect effects. We see the rise in murder, in abuse, in battles, teen prostitution, and teen suicide. We hear the wailing mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers, and children planning their own funeral with pink dresses and pink caskets. If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and art is not obscene then I submit that nothing is
[Verse 1: da 5'9"] We started off as We had the mad at the whole genre get rid of us Now like we not even trying to be good It's like we just ducks in the eyes of evil I open with hopes that the wind blows [?] blessings Set my Timbo's next to my dresser the Nintendo, and yes The on the AK 47 and its [?] are invoked It's time, it's to move something I guess we our window to try to prove something a whack producer from across the room Walk up to him, his hookah across the moon Break a plaque over a rapper back Go and that bitch into a dark lagoon Go into the heart of the art form with a They ain't skilled enough to stand the field us You gon' to retire me It's only like four or of you rappers who can actually inspire me I be out here the truth I should sign my with a polygraph I move in get to you 'fore you could brace yourself Cause I'm put yo' ass in a body cast Y'all niggas --- not me This evening I'm with the biggest spenders having the most prestigious You eating Church's Chicken with fictitious sinners I'm a living legend, you a fidget I'm getting cheddar, tryna catch up to my past M's And I'm getting better, catch up and pass Em' I be out, you could ask them Everything I spit be sick, gag Everything I wear be tailor-made to fit, Giraffe Huh, it seem like everybody out here now wanna be 'Pac I'm zoning, stirring the pot I'm 'bout to go so Lamont Coleman 'bout to be disturbing to watch While I'm out here the drop Your favorite 'bout to get cleaned up, served in a box Like laundry detergent, pushing 'round these birds a mop stay in a genius, creative state of mind Tryna stay sharper than straight sharks in a pond Grate her down, all for the greater good and the grind they denying now, all these heathens be crying 'bout Taking of two, three dudes but these people be lying We keeping it G, we keeping the out They negativity, we eating vagina while Keeping it Zion, we the streets of Detroit to a D zoo Eating while we feed to lions The dude did eyeball, me psycho and schizo He that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you skywalk You don't wanna play with none of his truth make the iron speak too He'll do the to your art Until parts of a easel Threw a piece of your heart in a jar for the To dissect at I'm the best at who we are, fucking food for thought Nobody else been thinking like me thus far cerebrals
[Interlude: C. Delores For 400 years, profit came before principle. We marched for our right to at Selma, I was there with Dr. King. Music that glorifies and promotes violence with guns, knives, and and that includes all this gangsta rap, that's it. We march again and we're gonna keep on marching
2: Royce da 5'9"] I make your mouthpiece like Delores While I'm flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Lee Eating all the bark with off of the cherry tree King of the dark art, all is compared to me Let the hail from the evil word flip fury While hip-hop stay colorful fruity like RaFF jewelry I enter a different intuitiveness on instruments I just new beats You just the next to catch a crazy catchphrase I'm just a neck brace to the next contestant who should step to me, net pay paparazzi I'm charging sales tax to media In order to these digits, press will have to capture Loch Ness On the back of a or capture a meteor Me, I left from the frying pan like the Devil's last While Jesus wept I made boss music flunkies to Better each time I came like I held back the previous Look, I'm the thang These niggas just to provide dangerous detail If any of y'all is any flyer than me here These listen to sign language, probably speak Braille Me, I'm just to stick my dick in the dirt Either that or a model, these raps are the Bible I'm gon' relapse for a bottle or a [?] Relax for a One of the last living rap who wouldn't ask for a dollar My style ferocious Streaming out your club when your drop Like a drop of blood off the beak of a vulture Uh, I my key off in the car door Just as I was on my way to score a key off [?] I'm an angel at My threshold for pain goes farther than a marine been ordered to war So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a a to four Somebody ask me for change for a While I spray your ass four different fours More than 44 [?] Vocabulary sicker than Herbie's recording thesaurus The Virgin Mary took a morning-after pill the morning before the Lord They birth to me 44 days later drinking a 40 at the coroner's door Therefore, this is more just my dormitory is the safe place I come to look Benjamin in the face So when you end up getting ate? Like four and four Icicles is made of blood-boiling water alluring I'm to combine all three Bar Exams for a fourth I shoot the shit as deep as [?] though, so it's four to four While a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for