Corporate America

Lyrics

[MC Delite] Yo, you know my rhythm stands tall So how many more brothers must fall? Count of the bodies that die by the Bush Over the edge— another sucker's being pushed Eyes wide open but since it still shut You say "so what" cause you earning you some bucks You try to change the channel and right on the same block We interupt this broadcast [?] [Daddy-O] News flash— brand new headline Folks start dying from food off the cheese line Could be it was USDA? Unsanitary surplus DK? And everyone that got it, got it good And it killed the whole neighborhood Now think— was it really food for free? Or was it G-E-N-O-C-I-D-E? [MC Delite] Now here come my bass as we shoot to excel Right for the hype and you had to raise a bell Time to tune in— no doubts or maybes Wake the fuck up cause it's a conscious party Shake, rap, and roll, as we serve a loud boom To clear is our picture, so please stay tuned Our fly rhymes swung for the young and the violent While mindless reporters are caught in his tyrants [Daddy-O] Revolution and war, and the world's is in an uproar The blacks still sleep thinking they're black sheep And so maybe... Through efforts made by Garvey and Malcom We'll spread wings like a falcon And maybe not On your screen it's all just a plot If you believe Roots then you got got So take seriously what they read and write you Poisonous snakes will bite you, Black [MC Delite] As the world turns the young are buried in defeat Thought he had to prove, he was funky as the beat Went out with a blast, crack vials at his feet Pushin up daisies cause he played his life cheap Now look into the two, the writing's on the wall I ask you "how many brothers must fall?" From the same sequel, I think of my people Another dead brother who died illegal [Daddy-O] On the top of a hill— a sunny day in California A seance is held, and the spirits that dwell there Don't necessairly have your best interest But you don't care, you want to be the best dressed Now, as you button your Fendi suit You turn on Channel 5 and see that no one survived Results of an experiment held in watts on brainwaves Guess who got played? So we say... [MC Delite & Daddy-O] Strings are being tied, strings are being pulled While we concentrate on a breeding of a pitbull You mean a dog? Why not a monkey? Yo, fuck that D, this be the funky And every time we rhyme we put a head out And in the soul alive I put the STET out Because rhyme for rhyme, you mean mind for mind We teach truth, stay tuned 'til next time