[verse 1] The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter , they don't mind cause We dont matter, DJ Lord's on the platter Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix Got actors winning politics, the tricks Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks Called videos (hoooo) Turn off the got-damn radio Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know Cant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo Year of the Lord , make love fuck war tour After before 2004, i swore Dj Lord come bust down the door Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty So called land of plenty , can't spare a penny It's the have nots against the haves, Is you wit me?
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[verse 2] You might be cuttin tracks But he's cuttin edge The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Lord ,don't make him mad So I spit , how loud you want it to get? Cold sweat. 2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats Hits and all those bass kicks Lookout yall, Cmon, cant forget to kick this If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck Check it, to stomp out All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin Don't you know where ? On the new Buckwhylin Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Yes they can can, beware the man Take a stand yall, wreck the plan
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[verse 3] One foot stuck in the rave Millennium dance craze Cross fade to the new phase Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems Existed in the beats of wisdom existance Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Illegal beats , frisk him Find not a pop thing with him Multi-ethnic like a prism Cant hear this? You in audio prison Hands be whizzin, cross the wax Movin tracks from across the tracks Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord. Scratch the gospel , tell them wack ass beats They can go to hell, 'ding' The rave bell See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell Still heard them cuts over the yell! Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Mr Chuck , Dj Lord attack the tracks Yall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO....
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