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I dedicate to this program to the National Guad
But we're fresh out hillbilly music
But we know better, don't we?
We know about the 14 year old girl
The trigger happy guardsman shot last night
And the people they beat up
And the black businesses they destroyed, don't we?
It's almost time...
10 seconds, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, blastoff
[Intro: Timbo King]
Yeah... Bo Bo Bo, Maccabeez
Got macks to squeeze (co*k and load)
Bo Bo Bo Bo, yeah...
Bo Bo, Maccabeez, let's go
[Timbo King]
For retrospect, I'm king of this metrotech
To the next millennium, I'm Clarence 13X
This the real it's gon' get, with no special effects
My fours leave the scene when the tech's on wreck
Yeah Mickey D's the boss, cuz he walks with a 'big mac'
n***as went to jail, came home and got sent back
Blacker than '60's, compared today
The media, never air what we had to say
Blue steel in the hour of chaos, revenge
Composer of street music, Bozart, the man with a gold heart
Silver lungs, my duty is to teach the young
(You don't want none...)
b**h rappers go run inside they daddy's house
We on the blocks with them caddy's out, bladder out
Yeah we liable on the stage, ya'll cats jatted out
Ya'll them haters acting mad about, what the f** ya'll brag about?
[Interlude: Timbo King]
Maccabeez, Maccabeez Militia
Ya'll can't f** with me, ya'll can't f** with us
[Timbo King]
Yo, for the projects, n***as throwing objects at n***as
Smack n***as, jack n***as, one of those rap n***as
Hold your square, my circle is gunning
I've been popping sh** like this, since my uncle was numbing
Stay dumb off the green gum
b**hes on the dick wanna see me cum
Income, outcome, all bums, albums
The streets wanna know, why and how come
Maccabeez... n***as get smacked the f** up
[Hell Razah]
The icon of the Renaissance, the blast word on the intercom
That transform like Decepticons
I get my greenery from leperchauns
Ya'll better make sure your vest is on
We turn Brooklyn to Lebanon
Shoot at the police with no grief
Bloody your white sheets, f** Alexander the Greek
We got the streets yellin' 'revolution', against the devil's movement
My sixteen in the constitution
And I be very ruthless, another young Huey P. Newton
Maccabeez don't obey laws, we came to kick down doors
And break bread with the one 44
Why you fake n***as hating me for?
My metaphors got your gay n***as cancelling tours
We handling who*es like Max Julian in The Mack
n***as scared to be back, Christ is black, but the church don't tell
You the facts
Since the Towers collapsed, we still hustling cracks
Keep gats poking out of the sides of throwbacks
Cadillacs on 22's, you know how money do
Have Judas sell you out for 30 sheckels
We rebels and law breakers, got you scared to face us
Til then, all d**h to haters