Get Fired Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Paris] What you know about that hip-hop that's corporatized? What you know about them porch monkey raps and lies? What you know about the image black men as pimps? And Slavor Slav-ass country coon niggas with limp? What you know about a mack MC with skills Who could spit and kick real shit people could feel? What you know about the radio and fake-ass clowns With the same ten songs, every city and town? What you know about that Hollywood culture fetish And who fuckin' who and what bitches is wearin'? And who gettin' fat and who adoptin' who And what nigga got arrested now actin' a fool? What you know about these rappers on Cribs at night? Shootin' pool with no motherfuckin' books in sight Grinnin' grills when they showin' off they rims and ice With that (Ha!), wish them dumb motherfuckers be quiet See, I'm fresh outta favors, so excuse my tone This bullshit been goin' on way too long Who decide what you listen to and what gets shown? Who decides what message get inside your home? I'm knowin' all about devil-ass Jimmy Iovine And all of the rest of the killin' machine Debra Lee and the BET hoes and demons Dealin' dope through the radio and video screens I'm sayin', what if we demand a change? And blow heads off 'stead of complainin' I'll bet then you listen what folks sayin' When we say we had enough, knowin' we ain't playin' Now get fired up [Hook: T-K.A.S.H. and Sandy Griffith] (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up (Louder!) (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up, (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up (Oh-wa-oh) Look at what they doin' to me (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up (Louder!) (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up, (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up (Oh-wa-oh) Look at what they doin' to me [Verse 2] Oh yeah, and fuck these political hacks Wanna act like they the mouthpiece for Blacks Jesse Lee and Ward Connerly and Keyes, attack Anything Black when white folks writing the checks And in fact, I could see hella niggas is blind Like Armstrong leavin' every child behind And McWhorter's a whore too, shit is a crime Clarence Thomas couldn't ever be a brother of mine I shine light on that bullshit, it's all self hate (Yeah) Who the next face to betray the race? I place bets that the real people sure to relate When I blast on that bootlickin' masquerade, and say "Hold up, wait a minute, nigga stop please Me don't suffer from victim mentality All we ever did was try to get a piece Of the pie that supposedly for everybody" Real talk, somebody best tell Russell Fo' street niggas catch his ass up in a tussle Drop squad in effect man, de-program We throw his pink wearing ass in the back of the van And say no more rap apologist, I quit Every diamond is a blood diamond, please forgive And see me redeemed for the deeds I did For that Def Jam scam pushin' poison to kids Now get fired up [Hook: T-K.A.S.H. and Sandy Griffith] (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up (Louder!) (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up, (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up (Oh-wa-oh) Look at what they doin' to me (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up (Louder!) (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up, (Oh-wa-oh) I get fired up (Oh-wa-oh) Look at what they doin' to me [Verse 3] What about these racists that talk that shit 'Bout these immigrants, like they claim to it's legit? Like they ain't stole it anyway, murdered and pillaged Like they justified, cryin' 'bout they want to get rid of It's the one-two-three, the three to two-one (Yeah) This nation was built on the backs of brown Slave trade and the dead red population Put the yellow man in a camp concentration Now, I blast on these right wing hoes Now, who'll be the first exposed? Hannity with that weak doublespeak his tone I'll make his drop out bartenderin' ass get thrown And fuck Mike Savage, radio snake With that bully bullshit minuteman debate Pro-life, pro-war, man, it's all pro-hate Do him in for his sins and Katrina disdain And uh, motherfuck yo' taxes bitch While Chevron is stackin' chips While they send another off to die Send another young body to Iraq with lies What the fuck you gonna say to me? I see right through it Through the smokescreen, keepin' folks meaner and stupid Through the fake fear, fake tears, pride and collusion Ain't no fakes here, all I see is lies and abuses P (Dog), still the one you can't fuck with Educated than a motherfucker, I see clearly Can't be whupped or debated, can't break my spirit Never bought off, never go soft, and never fear it Hear it loud when I say it, that's the way that it go Hear it loud, cause I'm killin' 'em with words in a row Bitch, it ain't Paris Hilton, it's the murderous flow Only P-Dog spittin' is the Paris you know Now get