[It Doesn't Matter-Chemical Bros.] I need to break out of this corrupt society The lack of unity is a source of anxiety All those fuckin' separatist groups I'm planning a revolution and training troops I'm a militant, but my sword is this mic Ill poetic is the way that I like - to kick it Test me and I'll stick it - to you like glue I'll take you out like a rare strain of flu Strong to the finish when I ests me spinach Get up on the tables DJ and spin this I'm kickin' the supreme "One Love" knowledge I'm loved and hated all over this college But the hatin' isn't what's burnin' me At Texas Christian University It's all this seperatist shit going on Makin' me beat my chest like King Kong And bangin' my head against the wall Tryin' to figure out how to make the barriers fall Peep-a-people gotta come together This is my goal - I will give up never I'm intergalactic like the Beastie Boys And like Dr. King Jr. I'm makin' mad noise Cuz I've gotta dream of people gettin' along If you don't like that you can sip on my schlang So jump up if you're supportin' me And show me the love that you're sportin' please Wear the armband to show what it's about And assemble when I give up the shout Cuz I got you stuck on my realness All my knowledge, can you feel this? I'm a philosopher, but I'm also a soldjah I challenge you to find someone bolder I stick to my guns - my convictions I may seem like a man of contradictions I'll do your calculus homework any day for you But then I go and get a phatty tattoo I pimp the yellow glasses and the baggy jeans But the militant armband reminds me to stick to schemes There are many aspects to my being Too many skillz for everyone to be seeing The camo gear and the beanie intimidate some peeps The O.C. Posse are always on the creep Never sleep or slip - down the block we dip Not Blood or Crip, but you know the hat I flip- To the side - Chadrock's got the G-ride Blue Thunder - we got major pride- In our hood - you know it's all good Represent to the fullest - you know that I kick this Try to site me you'll have a big miss My left will chop yer block and my right will cut you down Straight bare knuckles and I'll look on you with a frown Cuz I can't stand a punk ass biz-atch So don't hate on me and don't be a snatch I'll go off in this muthafucka like Blade Got the titanium sword, but I don't sport the fade Got Bruce Lee steelos but I'll say you're a damn liar Cuz I'm straight hardcore and I do NOT back down Grew up in the Mannheim Zoo and K-Town Texas is where I dwell - but not where I'm from I don't come frow anywhere - it may sound dumb But I've been around the world and seen crazy junk Don't represent one place - I represent my people punk It's all about my people - I've got mad love I've been blessed and I thank my Lord up above So now I'm takin' all the knowledge I've collected And I'm educating the team of soldjahs I selected we're warriors, guerillas, our mission is unity If the government knew about us, we'd be under scrutiny Cuz our methods are not politically correct Our tactics and strategy are totally direct I'm a student of philosophy, especially the ART OF WRFARE The lesson is the same - only difference is the hardware I've come a long way since the days of four square Chadrock and I formed the O.C.P. rare pair We just tryin' to get by, gettin' more shares For the O.C. Posse we're the star players And to punk muthafuckas I'm the sworn slayer I kill 'em with my sound, check for the stare Cuz then you know I'm in ass kickin' mode Don't try to mess with me when I'm in the zone Your best bet kid is to leave me alone When I'm on stage representin' with the microphone Just listen to the words flowin' from mi boca And take 'em to heart or I'll haveta smoke ya
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