Unity


A song by Jeremy R. Lindner (8/98-9/98)

[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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