This microphone explodes, shattering 
the molds 
Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha 
 [bad word] off [bad word] 
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha 
Bodies drop 
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this 
a co-opt 
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of 
Tha power dons 
That five sided fist-a-gon 
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets 
bigger 
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse 
They rally round tha family 
With a pocket full of shells 
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes 
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal 
I walk tha corner to [bad word] that used to be a 
library 
Line up to tha mind cemetary 
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an 
movin' 
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 
'em 
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells 
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells 
Rally round tha family 
With a pocket full of shells 
Bulls on parade