I keep the afterparty swervin', (*inhale*) not quite like Michael Irvin
Edumacatin' urban youth, like it or not
These soliloquies explain our people's lack of stability
You keepin' it real, but ain't got a clue what reality really be
See the diameter of your knowledge
Is the circumference of your activity, me?
I knew the deal before Babyface went solo, baggin' dime pieces
Stackin' dividends and dressin' in more linen (Lennon) than Yoko Ono
But on the low doe, we fightin' over the scraps
Worshippin' the Almighty Dollar
"In God We Trust," look it over
Now what the fukk pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or Jehovah?
"Novus Ordo Seclorum" means "New World Order"
That's why I keep my friends close and my enemies closer
You runnin' around in thousand dollar clown suits
Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut