The Message.

is freedom what i'm gettin' or freedom that i'm robbin?
don't test the knowledge i have hidden in my noggen'
invest in answers, don't see any problems,
trues out all day ready to steady solve’em
the movement growing and every day evolvin'
going to the top got tired of the bottom
challenging masters, cutting off our cancer
whatever it takes to stop’em
they ain’t nothing homey, they scared,
we got them sucker chumps
they aint but bumps on the road
when we explode we that much closer
to polishing our mode, on point and proper
got a skill to plant chills in poseurs
deep hatred for infiltrators, provocateurs, coppers
solidarity sacred, united
russian cocktail been ignited
metaphoric missiles pointed at ghetto choppers
moving forward can’t no one stop us
everyone invited, props to us
this type of education should be popular
dissected, molecular,
and made into medication
results can be monsterous
to the system disastrous, look at us
broke free, didn’t count on the last of us
focused strongly, collectively angry
and they wonder why we gangsterous
just for the record, remember this
there’s lot’s of us with collective memory
and it’s there where we refuel our energy
had to have known that they’d eventually
remember us. Can’t no longer censor us
can’t give a fake message and baffle us
we on our game, under estimated the strength of da brain
now we all up in this piece
and we out to do our thang