Into The Fire

[Intro: Malcolm X]
Whites can help us but they can’t join us
They can-there can be no black/white unity until there is first some black unity
We cannot think of being acceptable to others

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m from the place where the crime runs (Crime runs)
Walk in the gas station with a loaded gun (Grah)
Just to tell the cashier to hand em all the ones (Okay)
One shot to the head and blam and he’s done
Got a pocket full of breadcrumbs (Yuh)
And my bars hitting harder then thesе snare drums (Snare drums)
Dropped an EP, madе a couple bucks (Okay)
Make a couple beats while I’m eating lunch (I did)
I’m as stiff as a mannequin (A mannequin), and rappers see ‘em they panicking (They panicking)
It’s like, they sparring with Anakin (Anakin), and, we celebrating it when we win (When we win)
You get the ball and you traveling (You traveling), I, get the ball and it’s going in (Swish)
Competition soft as moccasins (Some moccasins), and I turn em all to some carcasses (Rest in peace)
They don’t know it’s Only Option bitch (double O), cause they don’t even what the option is (They don’t)
Counting all these Abrahams and Washingtons, cause all these other rappers lack common sense, yeah

[Interlude: Malcolm X]
There are problems in the community
Some of the examples of those problems are the vices that destroy the moral fiber in our community
Drunkenness, drug addiction

[Verse 2]
Didn’t think this see the light of day (The light of day)
Now I’m flowing like a tidal wave (Like a tidal wave)
All my secrets I’m taking to the grave (Shhh)
Take all my chains off cause bitch I ain’t no slave (Nah)
I could rap on this beat like all day (Okay)
I’m blacker than the nigga from Allstate (Damn)
All of you rappers is not safe (Nah)
I’m coming for your head like Dikembe
Mutombo, I’m the king of the jungle (Ah)
Throw you over the ropes, bitch this is a royal rumble (Yeah)
Let me set the record straight like my vinyl skipping
Let my music leak, cause like a faucet bitch I be drippin’ (Ooh, damn)
Woo, I need to catch my breath (Yeah)
Cause I got a flow that making all these labels second guess (Okay)
I got em check, like wha-what's coming next? (Aye)
These women hit my phone, they only want me for the fucking sex (Damn, damn, damn)

[Outro: Malcolm X]
One of my reasons for going out on a limb as I have
Is to try and make white people be shocked awake to some of their senses
Because if they don’t awake, they’re gonna find out that this little negro that they thought was passive
Has become a roaring uncontrollable lion
Right at their doorstep, not at their doorstep, inside their house, in their bed, in the kitchen, in the attic, in the basement
And if you know that in time you can do something about it