Produced by Pete Rock
[Verse 1: Xyz]
Let em breathe let em breathe.. yea
I'm lookin for the devil, where could he be?
When you look in the mirror what do you see?
Does he have a show? Is he on TV?
Is he in a suit? Or is he in the street?
Is he in that one bad memory you can't delete?
Or is he in young boys that rob cuz they can't eat?
Is it the thug? Is it the pimp? Or is it the stripper?
Or is it the crooked a** cops that go in and tip her?
Is it the money? The maniac? The rape victim?
Or are they all different flaws in the same system?
Is it d**? Is it the s**? Or is it the fame?
Is it the coach? Is it the player? Or is it the game?
Is it cuz we take from the poor and give to the rich
That I don't got a house anymore and I live in a ditch?
Is it cuz you hate whats not white, so you put em in projects
Promise em change but on the real I still see no progress
So time pa**es like bills through congress
We ain't slaves? America was built on this concept
Explain that
I bet rocking chains and driving whips bring the pain back
Its payback, too bad me and you look like the same cat:
The white devil
[Leo Muhammad Speech]