clone Verse Two: Black Thought Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste Disgrace your date put your title to waste Dominant lyrical grace
, how in the world Am I to be expected to stay In the night In the night, you may hear me call Pa, stay your hand And steel your resolve Stay where you
bureaucracy, full of hypocrisy I gotta steel pulse, looking for a true democracy Destruction, now your walls have fallen Just sitting here waiting for the train
broads out the car Lo Unload exhaust out the Quattro Just in case the pigs come in range and the cotch blow A little painless stainless steel Gotcha
longlegs, how in the world Am I to be expected to stay In the night In the night, you may hear me call Pa, stay your hand And steel your resolve Stay
, Taken in by the white man, cleaned up, given a home, Became the salvation of every modern mother's son. Worked in a factory, worked on the land, Steel