Boots Riley]
 Well I got a new kind of square dance rap
 Gon' talk smack, flash my gat
 I'm fin' to spit and hold my [bad word]  And heat [bad word] up like a thermostat
 Grab your partner by the chaps
 Give your partner a pimp slap
 to symbolize, the ghetto trap
 Step to the right, give three claps
 Kids jam packed in tenement shacks
 Ain't [bad word] cookin on the stove but crack
 This is the bat this [bad word] begat
 Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs
 [bad word]  Boots Riley]
 Two by two, Promenade
 Duck from a B1 bomber raid
 Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
 Banks get paid off petrol trade
 Circulate, dosey-do
 How much cash could a O-Z grow?
 Till all are fed and all have beds
 My skin is black, my star is red

[Boots Riley]
 [bad word] round the outside
 Which one of us fin' to die tonight?
 Is we fin' to fight over [bad word] to bite
 or make a whole [bad word] world ignite?
 Everybody throw them bows
 right upside your partner's nose
 By now you've got bloody clothes
 Crabs in the barrel so the story goes
 Think of all their savage acts
 Grabbin scratch from average cats
 Bureaucrats with strings attached
 Walk in the place, light the match
 [bad word] 

[solo by Tom Morello]

[Boots Riley]
 Everybody get down low
 Bout the level, of your toes
 These dance moves we usually do
 are not the ones that we have chose
 Grab on to that beat and grind
 Try your best to stay alive
 We [bad word]  we can't hide
 Might as well just stay and fight!
 [bad word] 

[guitar solo]
 [bad word]