2004-11-05 - 4:30 p.m.
Once again, it's on...
'Its from '92, but fairly appropiate I think.
"Here I go an angry brother feelin' to make his move/Gonna buck him in the city so I'll never lose/See, I'll get him in the crowd with a couple heavy/Lay the barrel to the ground, hold the gat steady/And now I'm ready for my adversary talkin' cheap/I'm lookin' for a way to make a play and keep it neat/And check it out and make route and pick a rooftop and get a spot where the view is hot, set up shop/'Cause all I wanna see is motherfuckin' brains hanging/another level when its me and devils gangbangin'/So don't be telling me to get the non-violent spirit/'Cause when I'm violent is the only time the devils hear it/Rat-a-tat goes the gat to his devil face/I hope he thinks of how he done us when he lay to waste/And get the feelin' of the peelin' from the other side/from guns give to me people for my own kind/So get with Ollie 'cause I'm probably feelin' to make you mad/I'm steady waitin' for the day I get to see his ass/And give him to from the barrel of a black guerrilla/And that's real from the motherfuckin' Bush Killa
Now who is able to make war with the beast?/It starts with P/Trumpets sound when I push the program/And set my sight on a serpent man/Swinging the sword of the righteous/Make devils drop and they just can't spite this/Genocide in the minds of men make brothers like me fill up with hate/I smell a skunk in the air/Cause your program still ain't fair/So who you wanna blame for "The Hate That Hate Made?"/When P let off and pigs get sprayed/Y'all wanna kill off the black man/But I know your master plan/So we'll see who stop the black guerrilla../P-Dog the Bush Killa
Yeah, tolerance is gettin thinner/Cause Iraq never called me "nigger"/So what I wanna go off and fight a war for?/You best believe I got your draft card!/So bad to hate somebody else/But much worse to hate yourself/Victim to the mentacide of the devil, why must black folk be made to die?/Keepin 'em on and on.. keepin ya on and on/Now my brother down South said, "Fuck the Police"/I'm sayin, "No Justice, No Peace"/So I just stick 'em like that,cause everybody want to get the black, huh/But we'll see who'll stop the black guerilla../P-Dog the Bush Killa
Yeah, so where's he at? I might wait for his motherfuckin' ass on a rooftop next tour/Buckin stone cause I'm known to play for keeps/Lay low to the floor and keep it neat/And send his ass home belly up/Should've listened to the facts that the black's been tellin' ya/It's no suprise that a brother got wise/Now rat-a-tat-tat, it's an eye for an eye/How many got to die before we see/the motherfuckers don't give a damn for you or me?/So wear a vest on your chest and the rest stand still/For P-Dog the Bush Killa, yeah!" -Paris'
(From March 06 2003).
