Talking: Fan] Ohh, yo, ohh sh** man, what up dunn? Yo where've you been at man? Yo we need you man You gotta put out that knowledge Kick that street knowledge G Please man, you got that d** I need my fix of that dope C'mon man, please man, you got it man, c'mon man [Prodigy:] Now the latest gun drive, jelly beans GMT peyote, I know you feel me P's song is a natural tripping me My rhymes is so vivid, you start to see things Way different, America's fake I was fast asleep, but now I'm wid awake I was under the spell of Kangol and reserved notes Religion and fashion, I used to be flashy 'Til I had a total recall, forgot what I've already knew It took me 33 years for me to see the truth Ever so clear I was too young I couldn't articulate myself the right way son But now let me break it down, pa** it all around This is not a theory, the conspiracy is real They wanna put me in a straightjacket in a padded room And tell the world is 12 monkeys so they can be confused [Chorus: x2] Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me But I'm a stay incogni' in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically [Prodigy:] They say life is like Chess But f** that I'm tired of playing games with you kids Ain't no time for playing, check the rhymes it's insane I write it for the streets, for the hood inspiration Inspire every party to map where it's poverty I started with a Mobb but now I got an army With soldiers and troopers The TV and the radio scared the d**h of us So we hit the YouTube up Now I got millions of views Now watch how many rappers follow what P do Now I'm too hoody to conform to the program I'm too much of a rebel for me to try to fit in n***a! It don't matter on the color of your skin Right now you either positive or you negative I got friends in high places, multiple races And coaches on my side, all you got is paper [Chorus x2]