BULLS ON PARADE

This microphone explodes, shattering the molds 
Ya either drop tha hits like de la o or get tha 
Fuck off tha commode 
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha 
Bodies drop 
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt 
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of 
Tha power dons, that five sided fist-a-gon 
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger 
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse 
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells 
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes, 
Not need, just feed tha war cannibal animal 
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library 
Line up to tha mind Cemetary 
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive an movin' 
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em 
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells 
Rally round the family, pocket full of shells 
Rally around the family with a pocket full of shells 
Bulls on parade