Chuck d And i'm a keep on spreadin Them names of livin and dead legends Till armageddon I save n support those makin a livin Against those makin a killing Uh, i crush the villain Diametrically opposed My minds able to leap and beatdown All the clowns in a single bound Im fit for some comic strip Save the silenced From punks drunk off the threat of violence My secret identity Im hated for what i am Instead of loved for what im not Damn i'm a man Not judged by what i got If rap games like a sport Who the hell cares what i bought? This is chuck no car here to snatch up and bag up Ignorance no matter where it is No matter where you are Bulls on parade i rain on that charade Played in the shame This heros a deeper shade Now why wouldnt i be cantankerous? At this stage and age I be spinnin like a 45 Video chicks the reason They peep them flicks Villian seed implanted So they take it for granted In order to lead the people You gotta love the people To save the people You must serve the people To teach the people You better reach the people But only if you care, yo Whos your hero?
Evil suits and ties attemptin to try To flip the impressionable scripts of masterminds Feels like a jungle sometimes Makes me wonder Is rap the new co intelpro Makin us all go under Sounds of criminal thunder Call it my hate thats stoppin ya Im too old to be popular I aint faster than no speeding bullet I cant fly And i damn sure aint high You wanna know why A page from 69 Peace And that dont mean no crooked police Avoid that pork at all costs And them ol beefs Cause is fuel for the motor Foolin you to fill the quota Thats why i hate that scarface flick Not brad jordan But that al pacino shirt you sportin Yeah i said it Perhaps you aint read it If you was black or brown Your ass damn sure wouldnt be down Too many clowns promoting Criminal backgrounds Using crime like sugar To get them kids hyper These new pied pipers Is the new co-intelpro Whos your hero?
Try for the money Even die for the money Cry for the money
Cause they Try for the money Even die for the money Cry for the money
I paid attention way back when Krs one said loves gonna getcha So it stuck in my kitchen So many cats switchin To get on that old road to riches Stupid talkin bout snitchin Whole lotta killin With the so called bling Hides the villain Twisted thuggin into lovin Just to get her Supported by mixtape djs Who supposed to know better Time for some action Against the whippings of mass distraction