Guerrillas in the Mist

Lyrics

[Intro] "Damn. Forgot to do somethin', let me see...uh Oh, yeah—it ain't over, mother..." "KFLB news time 4:36. (part two, part two) In the top story of the hour, the largest single law enforcement (part two, part two) operation in California history is Currently underway. (part two, part two) The police in five Southern counties are engaged in a massive battle...(part two, part two)" [Verse 1] P-Dog, back to break 'em off somethin' And never frontin' when the rhyme keep comin' Not lotto but I'm in it to win it and never lose Never singin' but swingin' and bringin' nothin' but bad news And I'm madder than a motherfucker Won't slip and the record won't skip, better get hip Finna pop, but I ain't Pop How many cops gotta drop when the gat wreck shop P-Dog comin' up on another level No hope for the black folk, fuck a devil It ain't nothin' but a skanless-ass trap To keep motherfuckers broke and smokin' crack So I'm grippin' on the clip and finsta move Another nigga on the trigger with nothin' to lose You better duck when the gat buck bitch 'Cause the funk is on and Young Mark gimme some of that [Hook + Scratching] (scratching) Yeah, pass the match! (scratching) Pass the match! (scratching) Yeah [Verse 2] Ain't nothin' changed, still anti-pig Still anti-drug dealer and anti-house nigga From bein' broke in slavery And if the skin is brown they only want you to stay down I see the community need work Black power mean mo' than a t-shirt All I'm tryin to do is be sure That the young black youth stay true to the format And see the plan to kill the man And understand, it ain't shit for life to end Look at the Oaktown murder rate We need mo' than a panel to set it straight The next time somebody asks why A motherfucker sit still while the black keep dyin'? I'ma do Elihu and make you see you can't Bullshit around with the people's fate And that's why we hate ourselves Sleepin' with the enemy, you're bound to catch hell They ain't never been down with our side So fuck Schlitz, Olde E and St. Ide's You better hear the word when I warn ya Now it seem like the whole world's Arizona One for Rodney and Latasha and Tawana, boy, ya better check ya list For guerrillas in the mist [Interlude] Alright y'all, get ready for roll call We got the gats, we got the masks, we got the gloves The van's packed, and motherfuckers is ready to roll! Uh-uh, wait a minute motherfucker You better go on with that old trick shit 'Cause in the 90's, niggas ain't havin it So you best just learn to deal and get the FUCK out! [Verse 3] White supremacy ain't never been a friend of me You better check it when I wreck it 'cause it's gettin' deep And get ready for the funk when the pot boil With a dry rag, kerosene, and motor oil Now the Aryan is scary and I'm runnin' up Fat Tom better duck when he try his luck 'Cause I'ma see that he suck on a tech-9 Or fifteen to his dome'll be fine Or maybe I'll just tar and feather ya And castrate ya 'cause I hate a devil too Rape your women up and then I'll rape your mind Think about it it's an eye for an eye And now it's fittin' that I'm spittin' on America A black man with a plan and I'm scarin' ya It ain't a threat but a promise out to each In L.A., Forsythe, and Howard Beach Duck down when the clip from the tech pop You can't fuck with the sound when the needle drop So don't speak when I plans to wreck the house You can't win when the truth is spoken out A real case of a brother you love to hate Can't be roughed up or hushed or set straight You better know me on the Mike McGee tip And grab another clip, for guerrillas in the mist