This microphone explodes, shattering

the molds

Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha

Fuck off tha commode

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 tha rubble 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