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