[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] I am redesigning the mind of the masses That fear a black man with tattoos and bandanas But when a white man with tattoos and bandanas Joins a bike gang, it’s all cool with the balance Hate my black flesh, but you’re mad that I came up You cannot change, rearrange my chemical make-up Pigmentation, Annunaki blood Who just wanted to make ya astral project blood Out of the Matrix, you fake fucks Plagurus I make a w***e drop drugs on my cranium, telepathy Host with the most, you can’t find a better beast Better off dead, I sever off heads Ever since I blew up n****s think I got bread So they got their hands out, they gon’ get their palms read Red from all the bloodshed
[Hook: Meechy Darko] Load it up my, n***a, bang bang Cook that rock, n***a, slang ‘caine Point your finger, play the blame game F**k it dog, it’s the American way Get high, my n***a, maintain Sell lies, chase fame ‘Cause if they could, they would still hang Trust me, dog, it’s the American way
[Verse 2: Erick Ark Elliot] Music our own drug, distributed through the people Niggas’ll never change unless you thinkin’ you need to We rebuild and destroy, home of the unemployed We callin’ it rap, while you callin’ it noise So evacuate your homes, radios never play my favorite song Miss America will never be black, no use in tellin’ me that Everybody could coincide, it could never be that Good riddance to the realest, but you gotta feel us Gettin cash every day twistin flame Herban Phillups Stereotype, never marry a wife Just another block n***a making music, maybe you right Most definently, and you questionin’ me? If the world f****d up, the exception is me Government love guns ’til they aimed at you Ain’t no tellin’ what I might do for the red, white and the blue
[Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Oh s**t, Oh Lord Here we go again finna get these packs off Repetitive sedative, got a fetish for fetishes An American menace, I’m manifesting my businesses Realest as realest gets, terror the terrorists If you put your hands out I’mma crush your fingertips F**k Bloomberg, that man absurd Throw him in the trunk right up on the curb Hop out mash out leave his a** thurr N****s talk s**t but I don’t feel words Better of dead, prepare for the worse Been slaved since the my first day on this earth F**k social security… and f**k homeland security 9/11 biggest fraud in history And all you rappers ain’t goddamn s**t to me Gettin’ f****d by your label Fame-chasin’ b***h, chasin’, lonely a** n***a Probably stint, you ain’t gon’ face it In debt to the red, white and blue Your government lies, so who the f**k is you?