(Some of you are not gonna like me) (You better know it) (That's right) (Y'all the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth?) (You better know it) (Some of you are not gonna like me) (That's right) [ Yomo ] Yo, it's about time somebody address the situation at hand We really need to do this, man We really, REALLY need to do this Uknowmsayin? (Time is running out) (Time is running out) (Running, running, running... times have run out) [ VERSE 1: Maulkie ] Let's get down to business I'm from the way back Where the brothers don't play that On the reel we're equal Check it It's life and d**h, damn, there's no sequel It's gettin rougher The Man's gettin closer Back up, chump, it ain't goin like that I'm fightin blck, cause I'm black, yes, man God damn, I'm in demand Where's my 40 acres and my mule? I didn't get it, no sweat, cool I went for what I knew, and it had to be good Rule 4 from the hood As I stood and showed the flex The fed and the mob were placin bets So, put your money on a sure thing And watch the static that I bring (Bring the noise!) --] Chuck D Cause in the cell, the pen, is where they wanna store me Smellin piss, and gettin sick, gee This is the red, the white, the blue Your man Uncle Sam and his Uncle Tom crew Gamin this stuff like they're playin Monopoly Sho' enuff there's gonna be a catastrophy Genocide in progress Keepin brothers in tune mode as I manifest Finest of the last, can you dig this? To say what the hell I feel I went Ruthless Times have changed, hate remains Since the age of 12 all I felt was pain By the dawn's early light America's situation is not bright No matter how much they ignore me They can't, cause I can say: burn Old Glory [ VERSE 2: Yomo ] All a brother got is his name Plus the nine he bought To survive in the asphalt J-u-n-g-l-e story Man, burn Old Glory A mule, 40 acres, and all that Uncle Sam, step the hell back So now the USA wants to trip Cause a brother with a grip Said 'eff you' and some Kinda feel like holdin out for ransom Now if I drive a Mack truck through your house He burn a flag and you're quiet as a church mouse Like the sands of time I was surfacin poor Till this Glory stuff ain't no more Some say blacks should ever be so thankful
And stand behind a rectangle A red, white and blue, blue, white and red A brother dead, bucked in the head All because a b**h is America Yeah, I'm tellin you... To turn the other cheek is weak So some speak And activist activates and finds fate So eff Mister S-a-m Cause I know he said eff me And everybody in the g- H-e-double t-o l-i-f-e That's where my people been left, see I couldn't see myself in Iraq Because that's wack For the simple fact that I'm black So I shouldn't serve, or better slave, yeah, you know the story I got the urge to say burn Old Glory ( *as fire crackles in the background* ) (I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God, indivisible With liberty and justice for all) [ VERSE 3: Maulkie ] One nation under a rock Yo, I'm one brother that the system won't clock It's a game, check the scene Tell me, what the hell is the American Dream? Apple pie, baseball and blue skies A county check, have kids, and then die But me and Yo will reconstruct With hi-top Jordans, kickin s**ers in the bu*t First in line is a mack named Bush It seems like all my brothers he wanna push In the Marines, Army and Navy Eatin potatos and runny-a** gravy Pimp them brothers like hoes in Iraq You sold em weapons, now you want your money back Human lives down the drain Now tell me: who's really insane? [ VERSE 4: Yomo ] Ignorance and one big rep History repeats itself, so what the hell I got left? Freedom of speech, freedom to teach Freedom abreached But I can't cuss when I bust See, there goes Glory again, stickin her nose where it don't belong Messin with my rap song Censorship and the whole nine See, they wanna restrain anything against the grain Glory, glory, glory how I screw ya And Uncle T-o-m can straight c-o-m-e With it, or forget it and just quit it Come correct or get clowned Cause you ain't down With me and my same See, we the only imigrants forced here in boats and chains Yeah, there goes the neighborhood Gee, burn Old Glory End of story; we out Burn Old Glory [ Yomo ] We are not in a time of disorder And disorder is now the time Knowmsayin? [ Maulkie ] Indeed