I rap 'till I'm dead, and still have the upper hand
Bring on the job cause the magic is hard
Back-up kids, or else I'll put your card
Songwriter:
Here it comes, hot dress hits the ozone
Born negativity runs through homes
Of the innocent maybe the guilty
Temperature high, cause society built me
Se here we go, the frown hits my brown skin
Waiting for the chance to end all the sin
I'm not a devil, but hell I'm raising
Fools I'm chasing, ending invasions (what kind of invasion)
Of the hatred, radical that made it
The mission is hard, and alone I can't fade it
Bring on the job cause MA is at hand
Ready and willing, as the hate hits the fan
Alphonso Johnson / Benard Ighner / Bryn Robinson / Francis Christopher Percival / Josef Erich Zawinul / Melvin Brown / Michael Christopher / Scott Stallone / Wayne Shorter