[Intro] (This is not for the radio!) Yo, you gotta turn
you volume all the way up on this one (This is for the
people!) You are now listening to the sounds of the one
Reks. Statik Selektah This gon' get a lot of people
offended As if I give a fuck [Verse One] I am not a
racist, but I do not believe in equality Nigga, spic,
honky, follow me Now that I got your attention, bitch
you can swallow me I can give a fuck if you get
offended, I gotta speak Nigga this, nigga that, first
learn a nigga's facts This entire country been built on
black people's backs This entire country been built on
black people's backs This entire country been built on
black people's backs I am not homophobic, but I do not
believe in you faggots Stay in the closet, Catholic
priest maggot Elton John habits, raised with Bert and
Ernie in bathtubs Scrubbing each other's backs, that's
ass-backwards Parents teaching they kids like R. Kelly
and Jackson Bitches flaunting bellies 'cause tight
shirts' the fashion Where the fuck is the guidance, the
education, the passion? Where the fuck is the guidance,
the education, the passion? I am not a gangsta, but I
do not believe that you pop shells Cook coke, bag hoes,
got mil's What have we learned from all the rappers who
got killed? All of this commotion in rap, most of it's
not real Ain't even been on the block as much as you on
the block But we be off the block moment that we had a
deal Said we be off the block moment that we had a deal
Said we be off the block (ONE! ONE! ONE! ONE!) I am no
politician and I do not believe in our government 'Bout
Saddam or where Osama went We know where the soldiers
are, still we keep pouring on Pouring more dead bodies
on the dead bodies And instead of hearing sorry we get
four more years Of the Bush family killing, ignoring
our tears When Diddy said, "vote or die", Jada asked
the question "why?" We sat and watched our brothers
fall like Ray Charles did I am not a rapist, still I
believe you can be touched Get held down and then get
crushed Robbery expert, believe this a stick-up Murder
the opposition, diverging the competition The middle
finger still up, fuck the world Life's a bitch, I feel
'cause my bottles half empty I have not the energy for
enemies and such Half this industry washed up, the
other half suck I am not the unsigned hype, I'm the
unsigned five mics I'm two knocks, look dice, these are
the right price People, I breathe light The
ressurection of two Bigs, one Pac, one Christ I am not
the devil I'm speaking from beneath his level tryin' to
reach the sunshine like Icarus Flow still ridiculous,
whole click is syndacite Spit sentences infinite, to
the death Who am I? Who am I? I'm the one
