psa we've found it the signal distressed the radio's been surrounded the dj's dictating to you that you'll bounce when he says to it's cool to out in now n then fad to fad trend to trend it's not attractive distracting masses while we drop back to back hits with raw loops no clapclaps faux soul sappy slick still hits in our snares still bass in our kicks n the world turns its eyes too real for factbooks bad looks bad luck bad brains or bad hooks we rise above without having to maim you unsatisfied with the phonies who claim to serve the public left n right big macs n angus burgers angry burpers filling suits n filing suit against bovine murders slaughtering the pockets of cowherders the dollars always strong against nonunion workers principal's pulling strings to punch the pa system louder pushing precious pledges n tomorrow's lunch is chowder the only lessons are the classes stop interacting taxing test our patience n patiently hacking off sense of self attempt to make sense heard knock down doors block sounds of false words

(please tell me before yer thru / just what this world is coming to)

psa we're trouncing crews without the tools to observe their surroundings hardly maudlin we stay on top to tip hip hop hats off no graduation caps will get tossed up or gunclaps no sawedoffs will get fired just stake out new levels on the ground keep feet to dust back at the schoolyard where the children play hard but innocence is spilling revealing gained scars happily they play cars n sports to hold their trophies up analyze n anthropologize it's no utopia cheat a test in a second or carry weapons into class take them to the principal n they want a free pass but little johnny did that n susie did this i'm just trying to study hard n mind my own business see clowning kids today got no responsibility it's a chronic condition so pills to the emergency there's another force working for destruction of society construction of a riot scene parents who supply their teens with fat diets bad genes n loaded guns working 20 hours a day for the funds that's who i blame n i never point the finger (at me) the perfect saint when there's so many sinners

(i see war n i see hate / it's got to change before it's too late)