[Hook] It's a storm comin', it's a, it's a storm comin' It's a storm comin' It's a, it's a storm comin' What you gon' do, who can you trust? When you feel the heat comin', are you ready to bust? If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin' If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin' If we have to [Verse 1] Dear son, hope you hearing every word in my chronicle Hope it's finding you in good health, living honorable Caught a glimpse of the future and it don't look bright You gon be in for one hell of a plight It's a war going on outside, no art is safe from They let you take some, unlike that mason OG, my straight spit from day one They tell you switch it up, just keep the faith son Don't let em digitize you, epitomize you He's just another n***a with a mic, telling lies to Unsuspecting fans, be a self-respected man Remember mommy's tales of PE and ex clan, bam Fast forward to the present day debacle They bring you underground when you want to preach the gospel That 13th apostle, that wasn't on the roster Found out that I was a female, and that they couldn't stop her Your mama was a soldier, heavy burden on my shoulders Still be spitting, spitting, spitting if I had to do it over They forever tried to terminate me Underrate me, believed they should date me, even tried to percolate me Now here comes the safety, but none of them could tackle Occasional snaffle, I wave that magic la**o Whipping up them bars, n***as craved it like the castle Feeling the heat coming, start busting if you have to [Hook] [Verse 2] I don't know where to begin, how to tell you how to win But I do know it's gon come down to those rhymes in the end Some pursue other ventures, some lost they step We done came a long way from the days of salt and pep They told me shake sells, I took the red pill I chose to stay street, let culture prevail I agreed to the weave, [?] the ponytail Girls nipping and tucking, I said what the hell I ain't sign up for that, but to each their own Said it's easier to market, easier to clone Easier to brainwash little kids at home Easy for them machines to set the tone Now some say it's high cla**, some say it's hoochie All up in the mags, free stuff in the two piece First comes the nip slip, then comes the new leaks Then comes the s** tape, if I'm lying sue me I ain't need nothing but a pen and some loose leaf Speakers on blast, whipping round in that two seat Jumping out, bam, show time, just me and the band Mic checking in my B girl's stance f** c**aine, fame is a hell of a drug How far you gon go tryna get that buzz How many you gon f** tryna get that plug In the future are you still gonna get that love? Ladies! [Hook] [Outro – Chuck D] Thank you Rah Digga No more silence or violence, just guidance And let a mother be heard with that true word No matter how much the powers that be be disturbed And if it is what it is Let us define our kids Make strong daughters, in the ending story of our sons This from your brother, Chuck D One