Clint "Payback" Sands - WTF?! lyrics

[Intro] Where the Flav? WTF Payback music Who the hell they be tellin' you? What the F they be sellin' you? Why the hell do you believe when you go where you leave? W-T-F, W-T-F W-T-F What the f**!? [Verse 1:Chuck D] I occupy this state of mind Like I'm born a second time The ma**es ask the question why Them a**es spend a life behind On the M.I.C, the P.I.C I'm against this prison industry Where most of them look like me Motherf** the what, the Tea Party They made you pay for education And got no money, and got you waitin' And tricks to keep the people fooled And something in the food, my dude About your future, and where you rank And who you think, and who you thank Behind the banks, and all those tanks The New Whirl Odor is on the brink A revolution stops the Feds And count the homeless underfed Sue the pharmaceutical off the meds Leavin' people left for dead Lookin' back 80 years instead Simply blamed it on the reds Pay close attention to what is said But while you listen, you watch your head You chase the money, you chase the fame The human race is what they're playing A game of life is what I'm sayin' You split them up, you call 'em names And at my age, if I can't teach I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak And talkin' loud and sayin' nothing And frontin' like they doing somethin' Feel the people, heal the people Power goes out to the people 18 and 35 is grown Can't afford to leave the home Can't afford to buy a home Can't afford to keep a home Boarded up, foreclosed cribs Based on what ya bank did Yet see these guys advertise to poor for clothes The doors are closed They slam the doors on your nose Who the hell is telling you? What the hell they selling you? And why the hell do you believe? And where we headed when we leave? W-T, What the f-? [Hook] What the f- What the f- What the f- What the fu- (uh) What the fu- (yeah) What the f** (uh, what) (Yeah) What the f**! [Verse 2: Flavor Flav] From Barack Obama to Flavor Flav We will both be a first 'til we get to our grave I'm the first hype man in music, he's the first black President He's the first black resident to ever become President Free your mind, your a** will follow Flavor Flav all the way to the Apollo Freeport LI to LA Throw a Frito Lay off the dock to the bay You wanna know why a kid goes to school And in his book-bag he carries a tool? Because he's trying to be like his idols in the streets Gang warfare to the raw fare Don't even try to go up there Penalties that you can't bear You lose your sight, your a** can't hear It weighs so much, it'll crush your life Don't play with God, He gave you life The last man standing, he holds to behold His weight in stature, his weight in gold What goes in your wash comes out in your rinse Back down so tight that you call it condensed Can't stand the pressure, can't stand the pain My life is so dry, I wish it would rain Just like The Temptations, not just the singing group I'm here to tell you now so don't ignore the scoop I've been in this rap game for 25 years If we made the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame We deserve our cheers To what we fought the power, to Who Stole the Soul? Brothers Gonna Work It Out from the ground we hold God says to man, "I'ma let you live" God says to man, "I'ma let you live" God says to man, "I'ma give you power Not for the intent to misuse your power" If you wanna dance, you gotta play the band People die by other hands The innocent, the Ku Klux Klan Iraq, and Iran, and Afghanistan They go to war, they don't come back The note comes home, "k**ed In Attack" All the medals from Fort Bragg Collected by a widow along with the flag 41-Gun salute, 4 jets in the air Now that's going out of style Your contribution was fear What you reap is what you sow A man got k**ed for what he know If you wanna be an a**hole and get a good wife Stay the f** offa Skype and don't believe the hype [Hook] (x2)