Live and Undrugged, Pt. 1 & 2

And we just put pressure, pressure, pressure Sometimes we don't know who controls this, who controls that So we stomp around and stomp and see whose feet we get It's been a long time since the rhyme rode a rough road I'm riding rhythms and givin' a dose of brother load I never said I wasn't good at it 'Cause I'm a static addict No fear, you gotta know I had it And if you know better, supposed to do better So I know like Al Green (let's stay together) (You're not baggy, can't we just go home?) Knock, knock? (Who goes there?) Yeah, where? (Right here) Got the boom kids knockin', bang and they outta here The dopeman's livin' at home alone, man And they don't understand, but they can and can, can And if I didn't say it, I'm a sucker parlayin' it It don't really matter if the flow fatter But I don't, don't believe, and duck, bob, and weave Deceive a street corner and the 40 thieves (And they bring 'em in, and you do 'em in) (And he bring 'em in, and you do us in) (And they bring 'em in, and you do 'em in) (And he bring 'em in, and you do us in) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) (I ain't tellin', punk) I'm comin' at you live and uncut and undrugged These days they be thinkin' I'm bugged Livin', I be kickin' it hard instead of lickin' it down Dominatin' on the overground Tell me what we be seekin' is self preservation A nation of millions gotta go with a feelin' Uncle Sam begat Uncle Tom And when it comes to drugs, Uncle Tom got a bomb Can I get a pop 'til the motherfuckers stop? Sellin' that shit that make the hoodie drop No more easy gettin' over for the cracker in the back Yo, its over Yo, it's over Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) (It's just a matter of mind over matter) (I don't mind and they don't matter) Number one with a bullet, he pull it, oh, what I do now? Can I run it or duck or get a new Chuck? Up against the wall, won't confess y'all One more move and I'm gone, and so I guess y'all And let me tell you, so lend me a listen I'm missin' a life if I ain't givin' up an ass kissing No television or movie style No buckwild thinkin' 'cause I don't know what he drinkin' But he better act quick 'cause I'm gettin' quicker Three more seconds to go, I hope he hold the trigger And if he do that, the gat is out of his hands And then he gotta deal with a man (Punks jump up to get beat) I'm on the funky beat, beat, beat, y'all, until it's six feet Under dirt and the mud, here we go again Another enemy if you never was a friend I'm never clever as I was in this endeavor Never again trust a smile or a grin From comin' out of the womb to endin' up in a tomb Another sport caught knockin' that (boom) (And they bring 'em in, and you do 'em in) (And he bring 'em in, and you do us in) (Boom) Hear 'em hittin' that (boom) Smell 'em knockin' that (boom) Here goes the verse that hurts Head brother in charge so I better get bodyguards What can I do? Break a leg on the avenue Where the bootleggers they be stackin' the odds And try to be hard, but they playin' my cards I'm fuckin' with chicken, but I'm duckin' the lard I've been goin' straight since in '78 So what? I wanna live, I don't wanna be late I heard 'em comin' at me, runnin' fast and rough Ain't this a bitch? A test for the tough Can't we get along? I doubt it Without a life, I can't live without it Say you want a revolution? 40 acres to 40 ounces of that, they announcing The mule is the one that's fooled But I pass to be that jackass knocking that boom To the tomb, out the womb I bet against the spread I flipped death threats and the three to the head Never get enough of the raw, the rugged, the rough Oh my, the jam, the dunk, the stuff Yes, I got a mind that's madder than Minolta Heart and my soul, yes Hard in a rock place in my corner And the winner is, whoop there it is 33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz Rather get drunk off of hearing rhyming with biz Rhymamatician, rumpshaker, mindquaker Not a cracker or a quaker but a waker Put my thing down, step my shit up Put up or shut up Pay to the original, what up? Back to the motherland Where it's warmer, transformer killed the informer I hear 'em talking, creepin' But I ain't sleeping my mellow I go back, way back, going Going before crack and the eight track Still going, gone, goodbye And to the lazy I ain't pushing up or driving no daisies I gotta remember Philly in September and December Ain't nuttin finer than peace In Carolina and to the gods Y'all wanna be, gotta be, starter of more flow Here I go to the front row Rhymer in the zone, rhymer in the zone As I cut the silly rhyming, riddling still the flow Getting rid of them racist nazi swazis 'Cause I'm bringing kamikazes Yo, they gotta give us where we live, we don't own What you think is home, it's time to go up in smoke 911 is no joke Once again friends is enemy, say 50 states I say chill, wait until the right time, baby Damn the bloodline getting raid with AIDS But somebody's getting paid Let's get it on and a on and a But the brother's getting killed 'Cause the blunts and the 40s is like cookies to the milk I'm not crazy I'm the revelation The last days in time The overtime rhymer The rhymer in the zone Rhymer in the zone Yes, once again Public Enemy, number one Chuck D, Flavor Flav Terminator X The Security of the First World In your face Right versus wrong Good versus evil God versus the Devil What side are you on? Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age Nine, four, for your mind Rhymer in the zone Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age Muse Sick