Intro [Little Big Man]

[Narrator]
Yeah, I heard a poem a long time ago. A man who I used to know told it to me. It went something like this:
And let us cease with this anger and hatred towards men
For men were born to be brothers through friendship, not war
And let us not seek to friendship defined with a handshake or a promise
For peace must be nurtured in our hearts until the very thought of violence has been removed from minds

[Bushwick Bill]
Man, fuck that shit! The world has been broken into billions of pieces. Thus giving me and everyone like me from the ghetto… nothing, cause all we do is struggling for a place to live in. You gotta come stronger than that, G

[Narrator]
The neighborhood ain`t nothing but a terrorist place. A place where man kills each other. A place where everyone is trying to survive. Where i`m from, it ain`t like that

[Bushwick Bill]
Man, heh, where i`m from is a modern day motherfucking Vietnam. And my back yard is a concentration camp. It`s not all about being militant, it`s all about surviving, man

[Narrator]
The government should shut you down! You don`t belong here! It`s people like you that get Untied States a bad name

[Bushwick Bill]
Man, fuck the government, man! Cause all the government know how to do is not govern. But how to add and subtract my black ass what`s rightfully mine`s. Fuck that shit

[Narrator]
You, you take away from what`s right, you destroy the American way. Even that lady that stands in a harbor knows what`s you all about

[Bushwick Bill]
Man, fuck the Statue Of Liberty! Th-th-that bitch ain`t nothing but a prostitute and America is a prostitute herself! And America if you look under the Statue Of Liberty`s dressing drag representing America, ain`t nothing but a disease packing bitch! Fuck that shit, man. Fuck that shit. It means nothing to me, it-it ain`t doing nothing for me

[Narrator]
Yo, your beats are hype but your lyrics, they stressing. Me and my homies, man, we know what`s your shit all about. We ain`t going for it, man, you are trying to corrupt my mind and soul

[Bushwick Bill]
Yo, yo, there`s nothing that i`ve ever said that-that have been created by me. It`s already been here long before I was an impure thought in my parents` mind. Before I was even conceived in my mother`s womb. There was already words like: "Bitch, Shit, Fuck", I didn`t make up a-all of these colorful me-me-metaphors. And then you wanna call my album «Explicit». How is it explicit wh-when you made it up? It makes no sense to me

[Narrator]
I feel sorry for you, cause you are short and you are limited

[Bushwick Bill]
Heh, yo, how tall are you?

[Narrator]
6`2

[Bushwick Bill]
Damn, i didn`t know they stack shit that high. Haven`t you motherfucking realized that I was born short that means I already know I was dealt a short in life?

[Narrator]
Yeah…

[Bushwick Bill]
I was born short. But see what I did is i-I enabled myself, right?

[Narrator]
Yeah…

[Bushwick Bill]
To obtain wisdom, knowledge and over stand it

[Narrator]
Word

[Bushwick Bill]
Which means that mentally, right? Mentally I could reach things that you can`t reach because you can`t even realize your own handicap

[Narrator]
Yeah

[Bushwick Bill]
And I can see even clearer how to fuck over your bitch ass because of that shit

[Narrator]
Damn, you are The Little Big Man…

(Boy!)