Take a good look into my Eyez
and journey with me beyond the wise
the universe never lies as time flies
i see the truth ever since i open up my eyes
from readin' spiritual books n now lets take a closer look
into  society i see them eyein' me cuz i see
an attack on black males masculinity?
they want us to embrace a feminine entity?
but america always been the enemy
public number one and i still pack my gun
just incase of a confrontation you dont drama cuz ima
street cat southside is where the hoods at?
we ain't sellin' out for bucks
you other suckas make like hockey sticks n pucks n get the ****
outta my way cuz i ain't down with the foul play or gay play
but im all about trigger play and watch yo body lay and decay
in the ground htown soldiers stompin' on yo killin' grounds
i see death all around envisions of gun sounds
repeatin' in my head **** i can't shake what these voices said?
im a revolutionist stay true to this i Rock like Chris
yeah im comin' for the radio *****
"Hit 'Em Up" like Pac
ridin' with the homies packin' the glocks it dont stop
im old school baby ridin' the gravy train things aint the same
these young fools ******' up the game
like face said who stole the soul? easy? believe me
white emcees aint got no business in black music
cuz they abuse it no soul behind it yall been blinded
they runnin' minstrel shows so that goes to show
times aint really change embrace with so much pain
im makin' skins manged industry deranged
not me imma stay true to the streets
born in '86 when Rakim' dropped his first classic
"Check Out My Melody"
Im tryna open ya Cerebellum G
and know we was made from the scorn of our ancestors born
in a slavery planatation farm but don't be alarm
**** a good luck charm and since i gotta strong arm take notes as i swarm
like bees makin' all the honies come to me ya see
it ain't about being a mack its about bringin' the game back
black to the hood it's understood
i got rap rhythmn and blues in my soul word? i can't be fade or played out
im goin' out like scarface and at the end of my chapter
theres goin' to be a rapture like the comin'
of the 144 thousands and ill be sippin' daiquiris on a hidden island
laughin' and smilin'
i get away like Asanti Shakur
with boats by the shore give me an encore
lyrically spiritually i spit it better than the average emcee please
don't compare me
to these new jacks spittin' wack i spit facts over fiction
im breakin' jurisdiction and the court system is wack
never workd for us blacks they say we was lazy? imagine that?
america without blacks inidians and mexicans
we built this ******* word to my great grandmother
we comin' back for the lost sons of satan we ain't hesitatin'
revolution in position only times awaits for the great stake
better have your heart sake cuz once my shells shake
somebody body gone break as I rake
up the chaos like leaves fallin' outta trees spirits guide me
and tell me what to say so **** how it comes out
runnin' yo mouth catch a gun quick click
from my index finger now you in serious **** my clique be thick
like ants runnin' on the hill we comin' to veto ya bill cant you understand
i got all eyez on me it aint no surprise as i rise
no compromise black folks wake up and
ya fools betta recognizeeee.......

Yesterday,
while we were sitting by the lake,
the waves pounded the shore with soft tremours,
your twinkling laugh filled the air,
then I heard something more.
A poem,
I heard it so distinctly,
it flowed through my mind as I mulled over
the sheer rhythmn of it.
Soon,
I found myself singing it.
You looked at me as if I were
insane.
Harmonizing all by myself,
giggling like
the happiest fool on earth.
You drew me to my feet and walked me home.
With a smile,
I brandished my paper and pencil to capture the melody.
Whilst sitting down
I realized
that I couldn't remember
a
single
word
of it.

Less than two hundred years ago
your ancestors were still being dehumanised
as they have been for centuries and centuries before
So hurray and bully for you
that now you stand tall and proud
and like The bugle-master or Drivers of old
you are tasked
with trying to dehumanise one of your brothers
Hey! you are a free man
your Handlers tell you
forget your ancestors were once mere chattels
but look, you are one of us now and we all stand together
This is about Power and Revolution and destroying
anyone we gratuitously determine is an 'elite'
this is our 'one sided truth' and as always you cannot disagree
Less than two hundred years ago
your brothers who talked revolution
soon floated down a southern river or hung off a tree
they, of course did not have a 'one sided truth' to tell
what do dehumanized chattels know about effective propaganda
or fabrication, distortion, misinformation or misrepresentation
when even now, you and some of your brothers and sisters
still do not have a clue
Look how easy it is turning you against eachother
mixing and boiling your little heads till you're shanking eachother
and chasing pennies or dancing and singing
So stand tall and proud
Its them and ua, we tell you
Do as you are told and cry out your solidarity, 'brother'
Show how far you've come
in over two hundred years and centuries and centuries