Shut Em Down (The Functionist version)

I testified

My mama cried

Black people died

When the other man lied

See the TV, listen to me double trouble

I overhaul and I'm comin'

From the lower level

I'm takin' tabs

Sho nuff stuff to grab

Like shirts it hurts

Wit a neck to wreck

Took a poll 'cause our soul

Took a toll

From the education

Of a TV station

But look around

Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball

Boom and Pound

When I

Shut 'em down

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

What I use in the battle for the mind

I hit it hard

Like it supposed

Pullin' no blows to the nose

Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows

Then what it is

Only 5 percent of the biz

I'm addin' woes

That's how da way it goes

Then U think I rank never drank, point blank

I own loans

Suckers got me runnin' from the bank

Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee

I never saw a way to pay a sap

To read the law

Then become a victim of a lawyer

Don't know ya, never saw ya

Tape cued

Gettin' me sued

Playin' games wit' my head

What the judge said put me in the red

Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead

No no

My education mind say

Suckers gonna pay

Anyway

There gonna be a day

'Cause the troop they roll in

To posse up

Whole from the ground

Ready to go

Throw another round

Sick of the ride

It's suicide

For the other side of town

When I find a way to shut 'em down

Who count the money

In da neigborhood

But we spendin' money

To no end lookin' for a friend

In a war to the core

Rippin' up the poor in da stores

Till they get a brother

Kickin' down doors

Then I figure I kick it bigger

Look 'em dead in the eye

And they wince

Defense is pressurized

They don't want it to be

Another racial attack

In disguise so give some money back

I like Nike but wait a minite

The neighborhood supports so put some

Money in it

Corporations owe

Dey gotta give up the dough

To da town

Or else

We gotta shut 'em down

Howdy y'all. This is Bernie Crosshouse, yours truly of the KKK. I'd like to express our deepest gratitude at the destruction of the inferior nigga race. And I’m especially pleased to report it's destroyin' itself without our help. To all you gangs, hoodlums, drug pushers and users, and other worthless niggers killin' each other, we’d like to thank y'all for savin' us the time, trouble and legality for the final chapter of riddin' y'all off the face of the Earth. Your solution to our problem is greatly appreciated, so keep sellin' us your soul. Thank ya!