Bring That Beat Back (bonus 2005 sneak peak)

Played in Cincinnati

Wit my whole head nappy

Made a rally in the street

Wit nothin' but a beat

Gotta grudge against a judge

Kick 'em out that seat

You are what you eat

So what you eatin'?

Same message to your mind

Be self defeatin'

Sick n tired of bein' sick

And tired of bein' beaten

Saw 'em drop it like it

Was way too hot and too fast

For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop

Ain't here to hurt you

Don't hang in them circles

Government ain't got me

Yet so y'all don't stop me

See a stampede of fake cats

Runnin' from Bill Cosby

What does he gotta do wit you doin' you?

Y'all know what?

DJ, Lord gimme that cut

Bring that beat back

That's what's up

Feedback from truly

Freed blacks

Gotta think outta this

Box of hard knocks

Lined 'em up at Fort Knox

To die in Iraq

You don't know I rock?

What you under a rock?

Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back

Each generation thinks

The next one is wack

Jump started in the daze of crack

R&B Reagan, daddy Bush

Way the hell on back

Pray to god

Feel like I got a church in myself

Good god, uh, can't get no help

I say again health care cutback

Shit is wack

Bring that beat back

They say the youth don't matter

And the old don't mind

It takes a lotta spine

To build all them young minds

Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time

Album what? We just makin' one at a time

To save another brother whose life on the line

A big shot to claim some rocks and shine

Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind

A very small part of half the worlds crime

Runaway child blown by an old land mine

Little ones workin' in diamond mines

So cats can say what's hers and what's mine

Diamonds is girls best friend

So why's he cryin'?

See when y'all hear it get near it

And you recognize the lyrics

You trained to refrain

And you start to fear it

Escapism

Like today there ain't racism

Obviously y'all ain't see

Black folks on TV

Judgment calls

Made on behalf of you and me

Or you and I

Do or die

I say an I for an I

Dividin' line

Got the poor people

Payin' for crime

Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time

Now y'all can tell Russell

Yes, I knock the hustle

'Cause 2 million in lock down

Under federal muscle

Beyond the streets

These kids is always watchin'

Watching some of these jerks

When they go berserk

So I work