Drop
it
Hey
Ugh
Try
to crack
And
some will react
Vocal
snap so trap
I'm
trying to rap
Those
who try to subdue
the
truth
lose
their condition
were
labelled inactive
Being
91
the
twentieth century
Brooklyn
is a magnum in the bottle of kerosiene
flame
ignites into the black
sending
fright
thought
you could read minds
and
words and insight
Backin'
the explosion on stage
guns
fear
Frances
Fanon
presence
of war
Using
my brain
Until
the power is obtained
Using
my strength to gain
A
struggle for rage
But
I
Choose
another tune to uplift
Yeah,
you know my anger is a gift
a
gift to expect the test we all must face
Hah,
Out
my face
Release
the reason
Allow
the pain
The
actors change
But
the plays the same
C'mon
In
the narrows
In
the narrows
In
the narrows
Some
are the holders of power
But
the style will [ ? ? ] shower
Trying
to like brothers about the structure itself
Pay
only motivates and creates more hate
State
to state
I
set it straight
I
investigate
Debate,
the [ ? ? ] who brought me lessons
At
the oppression I react with aggression
Yo
My
section after section
No
need for repressing
Just
take a mic
and
a rap another session
No
need for guessing
Yeah
And
that shit that your stressin'
Release
the reason
Allow
the pain
The
actors change
But
the plays the same
Release
the reason
Allow
the pain
The
actors change
But
the plays the same
C'mon
In
the narrows
In
the narrows
In
the narrows
Ugh!
UGH!
I'm
on the mic
Stepping
up to sucka's
while
were drumming out the style
and
I do it with a smile
When
I put punks on trial
Taking
'em back again
Yeah
the name of the comprehender
The
style I drop is going on and on
To
the punks to recognize the style
Andrealize
That
I'm not no Punk Kid
Just
stepping up for the mic hit
Ugh!
In
the narrows
In
the narrows
In
the narrows
In
the narrows
Ugh!