Non Phixion - Four W's lyrics

[Elliot Gould] Why haven't you learned anything? It's all there, it's all there in Toynbee and those books on the shelf! Suppression breeds violence! You're going to raise the curfew an hour? Will you look outside? You see that kid? Last week he just wanted to get laid! Now he wants to k** somebody! (Pigs go home!) [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Check the scary facts look at where we at Terrorists, proletariats Known to carry gats so we interact Take ya back fourteen ninety two The devil sent over of a crew in America the devil grew To the current time now the politician be the devilish forever rich Barbarian heretic, forever sick Inject the microchip into my dick See these criminals of war on trial pleadin' the fifth And the mental slavery continues If it was food it would be their favorite dish on the imperialist menu We fight to liberate your mind state But all I see's the f**in' crack rock The body count and the crime rate Notice the life and d**h cycle Why they whip them with the rifle Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael Sharper than stainless steel sherrigan and tie ya weaponry Walkin' the West Bank like a desert storm vendorin' Hook: Why?, why you feel the need to hold me down Who?!, who the hell is you to think you down Where?!, where you gonna be in two thousand and two What?!, *scratching* "Take these words home and think it through" (2X) [Verse 2: MC Serch] I wanna be the catalyst for every street lyricist I wanna see this movement like it was in eighty six I free every son from crime he ain't commit I want Persians on the guillotine, with they neck split I sell the Brooklyn bridge to a Saudi for an Audi And I say, it was proper-ty, of the kings county I reverse the effect, of physical neglect I want who*es in front of mirrors askin' where's my self respect I want Ralph Lauren to get down wid Karl Kani Have rodeo drives smack in the middle of Southside I really want the Latin quarterback open A pack of Newports for fifty cent and a quarter for a token Hook (1x) [Verse 3: Sabac Red] Sabac hold the style of rap chemist, environmentalist Feel the highlights of life through the roots of John Flugen Caught in clenches, the moon shape is in a quarter Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the stress of a New Yorker Check the laws of Orca, the holy token's how we built it Life's filled wid smoke and piss and drinkin' sharp cold feeled it Four and three sixty for Non-Phixion be the obvious We handle jakes eliminate fake, stay alive in this Survivalist overcome reflections of my inner demons My mind relates to crime like fertile eggs relate to semens I close my eyes like I was deceased Envision peace then refuel from the sun in the east Hook (2x) [Verse 4: Goretex] This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen it or you will end-er you My temperaments foul like tenements I feel you sensitive The ghetto horror deep within prophecies Plannin' your own arrest like Jesus tell me you stoppin' me Jerusalem sun down on the hill three bodies suspended crookedly They bookin' me, my backs' against the wall with words they pushin' me It's stated, like righteous kings in the line of David Never Mercedes all them others made they got me jaded Facin' the agony victorious call me Maccabees Apocalyptic, hexin' my rivalries through chemistry Drama time, shootin' shy guys rockin' econolon Shootin' no peekin' tryna catch Gore trippin' on punch lines