Brand Nubian - What the f**? lyrics

Once again it's the dread and the bald head Won't be satisfied til the devil's I see em all dead Layin' in a ma** grave, for the past slaves they were stayin' Do you think a n***a forgot? Matter fact My trigger's hot, you blink you gettin' shot And if the weather's hot, your body's gonna stink when it rot Lord J got the arms, Sadat got the bombs We don't feel sh**, you cried a hit on ya moms Now leave the bloody b**h in a ditch Get'cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy My brother's sendin' me four bursts from down south And for the lies you told, I'ma buck you in the mouth Now what the f**'s this all about? Everybody gotta weapon Who's gonna let burst the first shot? Hmm, I thought not Feel the battle, tell Darryl that his first-born is dead Shot in the back by the task force I'm mistakin' your face in a similar face Got em murdered Much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face Who threw some game on the Indian, who got jerked for New York You better walk, got caught then wear your vest We might throw somethin' that's hollow Brand Nubian ain't never been the ones, to follow nobody We gotta lotta arms but I like to pump the shotty Now what the f**'s this all about? It's all about brothers risin' up, wisin' up Sizin' up a situation, but gettin' fit within the nation No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath I sing sounds of math on behalf Of the Gods and the Earths, birthplace in space You be f**in' with my turf when you be f**in' with my race Now face, your maker and take your last breath The time is half past d**h Now what the f**'s this all about? If you're less than a man, in my eyes Then your head's off, and I'ma set off the wheels Motherf** the baby seals or savin' the whales All the crack sells, it's the armageddon So cancel the wettin' Go in the garage, find that old camouflage Blend in like a mirage and explode Take nothin' lightly, crackers shootin' nightly 'cause I don't need nobody that's gon' shoot me in the back Black people show 'n' act and when they front, that's wack