“WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION”

Now everybody know that we been through a whole lot of shit, a lot of bloodshed, sweat and more importantly tears …but it’s a new day…. I represent THE FIRE! EMPIRE … the music with the movement…and we come to get this shit right..so everybody that ain’t no punk, I want you to get up off yo ass and rock with me…. Presenting the revolutionary music of GEE’SUS, and if you don’t know… my name is Muhammad 2G… and I was sent to untie yo freedom of expression… Express yoself!

Hook:
Nah If you feel like bustin’ nigga bust that shit,
And if you feel like cussin’ say it “fuck that shit”,
Nah if you feel like its yurs nigga clutch that shit,
And if you feel like a slave nigga buck that shit
This is what they call Weapons of Mass Destruction, when Muhammad on the mic and them ass cheeks is touchin’ to the beat y’all, I said they touchin’ to the beat y’all
This is what they call Weapons of Mass Destruction, when Muhammad on the track and them ass cheeks is touchin’ to the beat y’all, I said they touchin’ to the beat y’all

Verse 1:
300 years of prostitution in the know, 100 mo’ years of pimpin’ on the low did you know you still a ho?.. sometimes imaginary lines between being rich and being po’ get ya, frustrated, feelin’ like a bitch
Uncle Sam is really daddy, integration is the trick, now you made a lot of money but you took a lot of dick from Tom and even Harry told ya that this was a flick, ah huh, United snakes watch closely while you clap them cakes… six inch stillettos made rugged so you could still service the ghettos, I see ya kids growin’ up in the streets just to die behind the metal… but in the meantime brake that nigga and if he wanna go to heaven you could take that nigga, ass clappin’ so loud you could wake that nigga but after 400 years you have to shake that nigga, never mistake that nigga… you been had, bamboozled and even hoodwinked, took for everythang but the sink and all you had to do was wink… motherfucka still the devil no matter what you think…

Hook:
Nah If you feel like bustin’ nigga bust that shit,
And if you feel like cussin’ say it “fuck that shit”,
Nah if you feel like its yurs nigga clutch that shit,
And if you feel like a slave nigga buck that shit

September ’05 Katrina came through, fucked up some shit THEN the levees blew, men, women and babies lost they lives tryna run. Iono, somethin’ smell fishy like 911, only by God’s grace so many people survived but the perpetrator wish that every nigga had died, on the cool, ya chicken hearted preacher a stool-pigeon made to water down religion keepin’ us fooled… white man still rule while he treatin’ us cruel I say fuck the 40 acre stuff and even the mule, armed service is a tool just to get to the fuel, blacks’ll never ever prosper till resources is pooled, you see this ain’t about hate its about speakin’ it straight, hesitate, lose a generation we cannot wait, on another damn promise…I swear not to kiss his ass, lightening bout’ to strike and I hope it don’t miss his ass…

Hook/ Vamp