[Verse One]:
Embarking on another crusade
It is I against the world with only shield and blade
Like those that have gone before to meet glory or the grave
For I am no different, a descendant of a slave
Feel like John Henry for the hammers I raise
The hammers I blaze remember freedom's for the brave
Never for the cowards who lost in it's ways
To never realize d**h happens anyway
Either die standin' or a b**h on your knees
It's f** the police or you a pig yellin' "freeze"
Either for the cause or it's just because
We are not bound by Lucifer's laws
I try to stay black and always proud
But stupid a** n***as always talkin' loud
Take me back to a n***a and I'm back to the wild
No longer the MC, the gun moves the crowd
[Verse Two]:
These rappers keep k**in' me with wack sh**
Just cause you can dance to it doesn't make it cla**ic
Most these rappers now a days, yeah they really need their a** kicked
Bunch of p**y a** n***as, style all a** lick
I treat 'em like Barry Bonds with an asterisk
f** P.C. I ain't no motherf**in' pacifist
I'm a mack you with a Mac book to slap a b**h
n***a where I'm from, rappin' dumb is straight sacrilege
Skinny jeans and young teens ain't the culprit
It's these old a** crackers fault, sittin' up in corporate
You house a** n***as down with masters to support it
You traitor a** n***as, y'all need to be slaughtered
Y'all spooked well I'm the spook that sat by the door
Peeped then pulled a Wesley Snipes and bought guns for the Moors
This for grown man, y'all kiddies go do your chores
Signed B. Lamont n***a, sincerely yours