Paris - Brutal lyrics

(Paris) Paris is my name, I flows with ease Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC's who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement Intense is a serious answer The mic goes into labor you freeze up Enveloped by the style that sounds so ROUGH Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide A million and a half shot keepin you high But I don't sell cause what you're sellin is never sold or dealed by the REAL mack brothers of old Naw, I just devise a wise new formula to keep you in tune without sellin my soul In 1930, it all began with a movement comprised of intelligent black men Led by Allah in the form of Farad but later by the last true prophet of God Elijah, Muhammad, a dominant black leader of The Lost/Found Asiatic Pack And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight Stressing a black nationalistic state of self-sufficiency on a mission he stressed thrift and pride and good sense k**ed in cold blood but the sh** ain't done with Switch to Oaktown, '66 See Huey Newton, and Cleveland Seale Sons of Malcolm with intent to k** and end the brutality inflicted on us by cops Best believe I won't stop teachin science in step with Farrakhan Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam Keeps my brothers up on it cause I'm black and now you know, I'm BRUTAL {*explosion*} Callin all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter stomp rip and choke those who thought a young black man wasn't capable of the intellect of gainin respect, without sellin so CHECK I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice but twice as nice with, the power to fight boy So listen I'm tellin y'all, the warnin the Final Call We're headin, for Armageddeon, it's like that The government's policy see is tactical genocide How many must die, chasin a chemical high? How much, k**in and murderin mayhem more can we stand before we fold black man, so take a stand Listen up drug dealer - wha**up with that? Hope I don't bust a cap, straight in your MOTHERfu*kIN a** For pushin poison to youth, I'm through with talkin I'm steppin up with gat point blank at your motherf**in mug I'm, P-R-O, B-L-A-C-K Stompin and crushin to mush, any lush, in my way I'm educated and strong, always right and no wrong with many bullets of a Bensonhurst, come on along It's like that y'all, and I won't QUIT Keepin y'all fresh on the movement tip With F.O.I. at my side, we're never slippin or nap We always come sick-wid-it, bustin serious caps There's no, bullsh**, and yo look, this is the danger zone You shouldn't have stepped to it, you shouldn't have come alone You shouldn't have ever thought, the movement was soft Don't you know P-Dog'll never stop I'm BRUTAL!