Free Big Willie - Chuck D

No mistake

not just some whacko from Waco

crazy ill plead insanity

just to save humanity

be good like no johnny

never like no Guliani

cause they never could stop me not their imaginary Rocky

get me then acquit me attack me what a shock to Pataki

here here watch a brother

duck the chair

I fear only the one

upstairs who got no

I’m not part of the click

it’s whatcha see is Whatcha get

my realities personal

many times rhymes forget

some ain’t heavy like others

but they still lie my brothers

disgusted at the

other folk laughin at us wit the ashes to the ashes

the bluntz to the bluntz

a chip off the ol block I shock

and get the word in maybe that’s why a brother like me shoulders the burden

I smells between the white sheets

a hell of a beast

in the black lurkin

don’t front step to the circle

spending more time in the air than

a flight attendant

the rhyme got winded on the way up on what I thought was a lay up these two cent criticizers don’t

realize we all under a microscope

of a nation of other folk

so all this nigga callin is we fallin

attitude have we forgotten

entertaining is todays way of pickin cotton

so that the younger bees and gees

think all we can bees is a big dreamer

in order to get a Benze or a beemer

some stuck in that 96

Lexus per minute shit

it’s that same 'ol story that bores me ignores me my metaphors be over

that head of even heads

to some I’m prophetic

to the rest I’m pathetic

led a movement of mentals

against the fesd and point spread

on beats madd noize and

funky instrumentals

there once was a time

we fought the power with a rhyme

now the attitude goin round

no use tryin

got more hits than Pete Rose

had for the Reds

now they be on anything Deion

intercepts

except I’m in a zone now gettin wreck

I get around

can I get down like Craig Mack

how can I get down

back like sock 'em robots who

forget it was him

who parlayed

the styles of KRS &Rakim

and brought it to a different level

against the so called devil

who had the nerve to throw a bell curve

and test me, arrest me lemme go let it grow no

I’ve been thru the afro

it’s been a long time so my childhoods

retro

unlike today

as we be watchin us pay

the price that bugs me know’n that God

don’t like ugly

got a free pair of lugz

to run quicker from the slugz

but slipped from the madd dirt

that was swept under the rug

a lil’down, but not out

not what you thought it was

peace no beefs, I getz love