Yo, yo, check it Yo, for real, comin' atcha Yo, it's like this, yo Never give up, never give up, never give up Keep holdin' on, gotta stay strong, keep your head up hung Yo, what you say to a brother when he straight up wrong? If you feel you all that, then lets get it on I got no time for the bullsh**, I'm quick to snap But if worse come to worse, I whip out the gat Back down from no man, I'm a brother with heart But I'd rather build first, mad swift with darts Street brother, with knowledge of self at nineteen Same jam, master a hundred twenty degrees Been around for a minute, in a land of gold Brooklyn, East New York where I started to flow Coup Devilles, rag time bottles with bells Feel me, phat Caddy's like Sam Ca**ell Mad brothers, my block was a flock of black sheeps Wasn't a house n***a, so we house the streets Gettin' knocked by the cops, now and then we pop Few shots in the air, let 'em know we was here Time flew, but now I'm gettin better with age Flip a new page, time to unleash my rage Yo, look in my eyes, tell me what you see in the dark Want a move me out my seat like Rosa Parks Mentally enslaved brothers never change they ways Exploit the youth, now my vibes negative grips Buyin' in to the fake graph maternity stamps Cash it while I f** it, yo I'll see you tomorrow Black woman you a queen, but I doubt your strength Watchin' the two f**in', run around, half nude Flashin' guns and clips, diamonds and phat rocks African brothers died on them chopin' blocks Don't despair, now you wanna cover your ear Monkey see, monkey do, f** wrong with you? In fifty states, you cats can't carry the weight Wanna mention, what ya'll need special attention Never degraded my race, come face to face Rappers more of a joke then a ray of hope I ain't sittin' on my a** just to turn my cheek Hip-hop be the art and I'm the masterpiece You cats with fake images, watch your back Practice what you preach, cause that sh** is wack But what you mean you ain't down, you ain't rollin' with us Cause you livin' mad large, and your crib is plush Must've forgot, you the same little crab from the wood Punk from the hood, frontin' like this sh** all good Movin' up in the world, even switch the gas But you know to this day, I still whip that a** Ain't nothin' change, nothin' but the time of the year Still trot through the hood like Paul Revere Vision my vise, my peeps is black and dilated Brothers quick to cross the streets, intimidated Ain't my fault, cause I got that New York walk New York talk, blame it on society's fault Brothers stay bebbed up, I'm prepared caliss Ready to give my life because I'm doin' a bit Bagged the eighth, figured it was worth the weight Crack a bottle over the head of your fake role models Bitin' the such of must, give up ways and plus I be damned if I let the song self distruct