Krs-one - What! (Cause and Effect) lyrics

Comin live and direct.. What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! [Verse One] Some rappers, would they be without the use of the word n***a? Time to make the switch, from the word b**h Here's the message, catch it, no more Steppen Fetchit (Rounds about clowns, here comes the verbal Hessian) Modern day slaves, n***as'll trade for the riches Our brothers ain't n***as and our sisters ain't b**hes Mental psychosis, negative osmosis There will be a pimp, with some new type ho sh** (yeahh) Self-esteem knockin, yo I ain't your nucca You call my moms a b**h, here comes the fist so buck up n***a means less than countin three-fifths Conciousness seperates a woman from a b**h If you visualize your woman as a b**h you'll treat her thus If your woman is a b**h, then your daughter is a puppy Raised her as a s*ut, dog scratch the itch Up, Sugarwater taught her how to be a b**h Skip past the b**h, and treat her like a woman Your brother is your brother, not a n***a, fully human So yo bust the track, this is how we act If n***a/b**h is on the verbal it's time to counteract What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! (Yo! I don't understand this sh** man! Sisters walkin around got it twisted Brothers rollin around like they holdin The sh** is out of control, it's out of control!) [Verse Two] Cause and effects, effect equals the cause Must be a jig-saw puzzle Brother love the pieces put together Illfully clever misfits, b**hes to b**hes b**h-made sister, made ho by the mister Broke by my fist-a, I'm fed up, head up with conclusions Ma** confusion from the words we be usin, or choosin A lingo, hatches, matches like bingo, n***a n***a makes a n***a pull the trigger on another Yo brother equals brother n***a pulls b**h so deep in the ditch of degradation But little is my civil-, this my -lization Makes nation, station, vary like a letter The header from my dick, N.W.A. fits Like a dog to a b**h, n***a equals hypocrite No portion of the foots, the foot don't fit In the shoe and I choose to be effects of the cause Applause because the black's breakin b**h-n***a laws Laws of the tracks, n***as to blacks So stop the n***a/b**h, yo what's up with that diss? What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! (Yo yo! Hold up hold up, all this tits and a** Sisters showin all they glands Yo, act like the queens that you supposed to be) What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! (Brothers, yo, you better recognize Cause right now we gotta start this sh** up man Yo, this sh** is out of control, it's out of control!) [ad libs "it's out of control" to the end]