damn,
another fuckin' payback with a twist
The motherfuckers shot
but the punks missed
Ice Cube is outgunned, what
is the outcome?
Will they do me like Malcolm?
'Cause I bust styles, new styles
Standin' strong,
while others run a hundred miles
But I never run, never will
Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin' steel,
boom!
Media tried to do me
But I was a boy in the hood before the movie,
yeah
Call me nigga, bigot, and a spook
But you the one that voted for Duke,
motherfucker
White man is somethin' I tried to study
But I got my hands bloody, yeah
They said I could sing like a jaybird
But nigga, don't say the J-word
I I thought they was buggin'
'Cause to us,
Uncle Sam is Hitler without an oven
Burnin' our black skin
Buy my neighborhood,
then push the crack in
Doin' us wrong from the first day
And don't understand why
a nigga got an AK
Callin' me an African-American
Like Like everything is fair again, shit
Devil, you got to get the shit right
I'm black, blacker than a
trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in
'88 by the great Chuck D
It's a great day for genocide
(what's that?)
That's the day all the niggas died
They killed JFK in '63
So what the fuck you
think they'll do to me?
But I'm the OG and I bust
back (boom, boom!)
Bust back (boom, boom!), peel a
cap (boom, boom!)
Gimme room in the fire of the sun
Here the Mack come, here the Black come,
watch Jack run!
Motherfuckers can't gank me
Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel,
and a Yankee
Overrun and punk the Presidency
If it means that I'm down with O.P.P., yeah!
I met Farrakhan and had dinner
Now you ask if I'm a Five Percenter? Well
No, but I go where the brothers go
Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54
Made a little dough,
still got a sister on my elbow
Did Ice Cube sell out? You say, "Hell no!"
A black woman is my manager,
not in the kitchen
So could you please stop
"But when will they shoot?"
You missed, and didn't hit Da Lench Mob,
either
Guerrillas in tha Mist without jungle fever
But I got the fever for the flavor of a cracker,
not a Pringle
Bust the single,
here's my new jingle
"Stalkin',
walkin' in my big black boots"
The KKK has got three-piece suits
suits
Usin' niggas like turkey shoots
My motto is,
"Treat 'em like a prostitute!"
Now if I say no violence, devil,
you won't respect mine
Fuck the dumb shit and get my
TEC-9 (yeah)
And if they approach us
I, I I bury those cockroaches
And if you can't deal
with my Kill at Will
Here's a new gift to get,
try my Death Certificate
AmeriKKKa's Most,
America's burnt, it's like toast
Like Jordan,
I'm goin' coast to coast
Dribblin' the funk, here comes the nigga
with the motherfuckin' monster dunk
Get off me, punk!
"Jordan" "Watch Jordan!
"But when will they shoot?"
Daryl Gates got the studio
surrounded
'Cause he don't like the niggas
that I'm down with
Motherfucker wanna do us
'Cause I like Nat, Huey,
Malcolm, and Louis
Most got done by a black man's bullet
Give a trigger to a nigga and
watch him pull it
Negro assassin
I'ma dig a ditch, bitch,
and throw yo' ass in
When they shoot, no,
it won't be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What I do? I called up the
Geto Boy crew
'Cause my mind's playin' tricks on me,
too
Never died, surround my crib
And FOI makin' sure nobody
creep when I sleep
Keep a nine millimeter
in my Jeep (What?)
Peep when I roll, I gots to roll deep
Ain't goin' out cheap
Met the MADD Circle on Cypress
Hill 'cause it's so steep
They'll never get me,
they'll never hit me
Motherfuck that shit, J-Dee
Now Now I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's
so fuckin' hot
And then I heard a shot (boom!)
Ice Cube 
