Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying Still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still
or you smoke the pipe I became a rapper at the age fourteen No gold ropes, no diamond rings But look at me now, ten years later Ask any MC if I rap
shiftin' shit Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminisce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it Either with me go against
& Jerry, Not about that Mr. Kenny, L.A. Riots, down to Rodney King, Wash riots, Martin Luther King, But ten years later I'm doin' the same thing again
stayed Head gettin' more fucked by the day He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why And then a little girl on the fourth of July Was born in
cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again
Verse one: erick sermon, parrish smith The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked Due to the
shiftin' shit Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it Either with me go against
cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again
shiftin shit Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it Either with me go against
stayed Head gettin' more fucked by the day He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why And then a little girl on the Fourth of July Was born in the