Drop it

Hey

Ugh



Try to crack

And some will react

Vocal snap or trap [?]

I'm trying to rap



Those who try to subdue

The truth

Lose their condition

And the flame's unactive



Being an ignited one

In the twentieth century

[?] in a bottle of kerosiene



Flame ignites into the black

Sending fright

Thought you could read minds

And words and insight



Backin' the explosion on stage

Comes fear

Frances Fanon

Ya you know his anger is so clear [?]



Using my brain

Until the power is obtained

Using my stength to gain

A struggle for rage



But I

Choose to do doom to [?]

Yeah, you know my anger is a gift



I give to respect to test me on a face

Hah,

Outlaw phase



Release the reason

Allow the pain

The actors change

But the plays the same



C'mon

In the narrows



In the narrows



In the narrows



Some are the victims [?] of power

But the style will [?]

Trying to rap [?] about the structure itself

Pay only people to [?] (Sorry... It's hard to understand Zack right here)



State to state

I set it straight

I investigate

To pay the [?]



I make an impression

Yo

My section after section



No need for repression

Just take a mic

And a rap another session



No need for guessing (either that or gashing)

Yeah

And that s**t your spreading



Release the reason

Allow the pain

The actors change

But the plays the same



Release the reason

Allow the pain

The actors change

But the plays the same



C'mon



In the narrows



In the narrows



In the narrows



Ugh



Ugh



I'm on the mic

Stepping up to sucka's

While were drumming out the style

And I do it with a smile



When I put punks on trial

Taking 'em back again

Yeah the name of the comprehender [?]



The style I drop is going on and on

To the punks to recognize the style

And to realize

That I'm not no Punk Kid



Just stepping up for the mic hit



Ugh



In the narrows (4x)



Ugh