[Paris]
Paris is my name, I flows with ease
Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC's
who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement
Intense is a serious answer
The mic goes into labor you freeze up
Enveloped by the style that sounds so ROUGH
Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide
A million and a half shot keepin you high
But I don't sell cause what you're sellin is never sold
or dealed by the REAL mack brothers of old
Naw, I just devise a wise new formula
to keep you in tune without sellin my soul
In 1930, it all began
with a movement comprised of intelligent black men
Led by Allah in the form of Farad
but later by the last true prophet of God
Elijah, Muhammad, a dominant black leader
of The Lost/Found Asiatic Pack
And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight
Stressing a black nationalistic state
of self-sufficiency on a mission he
stressed thrift and pride and good sense
Killed in cold blood but the shit ain't done with
Switch to Oaktown, '66
See Huey Newton, and Cleveland Seale
Sons of Malcolm with intent to kill
and end the brutality inflicted on us by cops
Best believe I won't stop
teachin science in step with Farrakhan
Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam
Keeps my brothers up on it cause I'm black
and now you know, I'm BRUTAL

{*explosion*}

Callin all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter
stomp rip and choke those who thought a
young black man wasn't capable of the intellect
of gainin respect, without sellin so CHECK
I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice
but twice as nice with, the power to fight boy
So listen I'm tellin y'all, the warnin the Final Call
We're headin, for Armageddeon, it's like that
The government's policy see is tactical genocide
How many must die, chasin a chemical high?
How much, killin and murderin mayhem more can we stand
before we fold black man, so take a stand
Listen up drug dealer - whassup with that?
Hope I don't bust a cap, straight in your MOTHERFUCKIN ass
For pushin poison to youth, I'm through with talkin I'm steppin up
with gat point blank at your motherfuckin mug
I'm, P-R-O, B-L-A-C-K
Stompin and crushin to mush, any lush, in my way
I'm educated and strong, always right and no wrong
with many bullets of a Bensonhurst, come on along
It's like that y'all, and I won't QUIT
Keepin y'all fresh on the movement tip
With F.O.I. at my side, we're never slippin or nap
We always come sick-wid-it, bustin serious caps
There's no, bullshit, and yo look, this is the danger zone
You shouldn't have stepped to it, you shouldn't have come alone
You shouldn't have ever thought, the movement was soft
Don't you know P-Dog'll never stop
I'm BRUTAL!

[Paris]
June 6th in the time of six o'clock
Hot summer night in the city of hard knocks
Two black brothers took a walk in the Southside
Could've been any brother lookin for a dope ride
Seein a white girl wasn't in the plan
but the plan had plans of it's own for a brother man
A bad case of the right place at the right time
Makes you just ask - why?
I guess you suppose you know what a nigga do
to a female that was meant for you
Jealous cause your girlfriend screwin a black man
So you bust caps on an innocent bystand
But I guess we all look the same
A God damn shame you don't know my name
Musta just been two blacks so the payback
fit the ID for someone like me
But you see I don't think like you do
I come much sicker with the retribut'
Rollin twenty-five deep, troop down in a parking lot
Ready movin steady when I bust your spot, huh
You dumb motherfuckers just don't know me
You don't control me, so leave me lonely
Step and be prone to a cap to the dome
I don't quit {*BLAM*} I'll start tearin up shit
This is a Scarface set and no snakes allowed
Keep the pace ready set brothers rollin out
Packin a mac-10, strapped and capped in
Now who's to blame, for the hate that hate made?

[Paris]
Rougher than a rusty razor, he'll amaze ya
Mixin dope tricks that stick like Frasier
Cue the wheels of spin then begins to blend
Scarface in the house again
Bambi DJ'sll pray when he plays
Won't hit or skip I might phase
Suckers still suck and duckin uppercuts
Strike three MC's are blazed
Born to beat back the blows of feedback
A sissy strivin still sounds so wack
Can't compare or come close to purity
Mad's the man, MC's agree
The bully bruisin misusin turnstyles
Keeps the mix on beat for me while
I spit and cold bust the keynote
Mad's on a roll with the sickest show now

{*Mad Mike scratches*}

Yeah.. smooth..
{*"Ya don't stop!" - "C'mon"*}

{*"Black is back" .. "keep on singin"
  "Fight the power!" .. "keep on singin"
  "Do the right thing" .. "keep on singin"
  "Word to the mother!" .. "keep on singin"*}

{*"Rock.." - scratched repeatedly*}

{*"Girl I'll house you.." - repeat 4X
  "You in my hut now"*}

{*Mad Mike scratches*}

{*"DJ".. "Mad!".. "Huh, what?".. "Tear shit up"
  "DJ".. "Mad!".. "Say what?".. "Cuttin like a blade"
  "DJ".. "Mad!".. "So.. so.. so sick"
  "DJ".. "Mad!".. "Sicker than AIDS"*}

{*"Break it on down.." - repeat 3X*}

{*"Hit me!" - scratched repeatedly*}

[Paris]
By now you know Mad's made to mutilate
Crush and devestate, move and educate
weak wack watered-down welfare DJ's..
.. tryin to get what he plays
Call me Paris, sex check the Rolex
We came to stomp and chomp bones of broke necks
So smooth with the movement rhythm tracks
I'm not worried that you'll be back, just..
listen.. let him play..

{*Mad Mike scratches*}

Mad!.. shit.. yeah.. Mad..
Smooth..

[Paris]
As I flow, into the rhyme much smoother
I keep the pace and add bass for you to
be able to experience the strength of GOD
On your tape with a break that I make to part
the weak-kneed hippie MC's and wannabees
from the Dog, so they can't see me
I'm movin swifter with the gift to lift ya
I don't step light, I don't talk {shit}
You suckers are all in, to try is suicide
I roll with the flow cause I'm qualified
to keep the peace and teach y'all to get along
Build my rep and step to the song
From jazz to hip-hop the Dog'll never stop
Get busy to the melodies that I concoct
When the raps are spit the grits stack like bricks
And you're please to receive P's hip-hop fix..
.. on the jazz tip
.. smoother and smoother
.. and you don't stop

It's a mellow madness in the summer time
Females outside, enjoyin the sunshine
Kickin it live with the knob on ten
Good food and the mood is the peace my friend
Much brotherhood because it's understood
that everyone in the sun is about the good
lifestyle, and while some came to shine
don't matter cause the other brothers know the time
I'm the P, D-O-G and I'm swift
Son of Shabazz, shooter of the gift
To keep y'all steppin to the beat in real time
Mad on the mix complimentin the rhyme
with oh so smooth cuts flowin like mercury
Keeps you suckers knowin that you'll never be SERVIN me
I don't sleep and I do not sing
I drop math in your path cause I have to bring
you on a jazz tip .. yeah
.. so smooth in the summer time
.. DJ Mad Mike y'all

{*Mad Mike cuts and scratches*}

.. smooth

Birth is given to the knowledge when I recite
smooth words that keep y'all hype
Not down with the meaningless babble that some spit
I'm paid to degrade that ignorant {shit}
With the so proud so strong message of the (?)
can't be dropped or stopped so don't come
with the intent to present a argument
I don't tolerate it, so don't act dumb
I'ma roll, over those who oppose
the speech when I teach y'all to reach your goal
Be strong and carry on and play the song
And listen to the lyrics and you'll never go wrong
Asalaam alaikum, brothers I'ma take 'em
straight through the path that I'm makin
And co-exist in bliss peace and righteousness
So smooth on a jazzy tip like this
.. yeah
.. and you don't stop

.. peace

"I'm saying to you, that you will in a few minutes,
 hear, from the man, who is taking the place,
 of real black leadership, who will answer the call,
 for true freedom, justice, and equality in America.
 Well now, do you understand?" {*applause*}

[Paris]
Brethern heed the call of enlightenment
Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin
some who act dumb embraced by decadence
The weak in the wake of true black militants
Hear the call and all heed the savior
Praise Allah cause in his energy made ya
the cream, Asiatic earth-born manchild
Freedom's comfort for some but meanwhile
Young brothers just don't realize
Cocaine's the plan, the devil derived
Produced and let loose to youth for profit
Fake so-called negroes won't stop it
Witness lies fed straight to the brotherman
Hopes are lost to the malevolent gameplan
Annihilation of original citizens
of this great planet Earth - listen
P-Dog spits the dope words born
Batterram's rollin task force swarm
Pigeons squawk with the talk of a new high
Controlled by the man whose plan is genocide
Intense is a sense of ignorance
When the wack can't get with the pro-black
program that's designed to enduce thought
Rhymes ya bought keep Panthers taught
Punks stay put, skinheads are flatfoot
Keys are played as I stay on route
Down the path of the righteous chosen
Word is born as the wack stay frozen
Locked in time, mindset is Babylon
P's the martyr while MC's babble on
Letter sixteen is me and some see
I freeze and snuff MC's like pipe dreams
Makin a mark with the start of the movement
Tracks in fact weak wack can't do this
Tooth decay cause the fake been snozin
Lead the lost and the cost is you've been
freed from lies by the wise new messenger
P-A-R-I-S is a blessin ya
can't underestimate or recreate
The sounds of Scarface, let the man BREAK!

"There is no in-between - you are either free or you're a slave.
 There's no such thing as second-class citizenship." {*applause*}

"The only politics in this country that's relevant to black people
 today is the politics of revolution.  None other." {*applause*}

[Paris]
Which brings us to the next move - it's a simple case of
show and tell or rather show and prove
Of made up gank moves and foolish fairy tales
said by sissies, to snatch the record sales
So when you see me just say I told ya
My rhymes'll hold ya and mold ya to soldiers
And train your brains with the pride and the insight
to do what's right, yo black, it's yo' life!
Once upon a time called now we start this
A chosen one came forth from the darkness
To lead the lost for the cost of a beat tape
And make the blind see straight 'fore it's too late
I can't wait time's quickly runnin out
Call to arms, revolution's in the house
Unforgettable the words of wisdom
Brought to life by the ten point system

* ONE: Freedom and power to determine our destiny
* TWO: Full employment for the black community
* THREE: Fight the capitalist with a raised fist
P.U.I. black and stack awareness
* FOUR: Decent housing for the shelter of human beings
* FIVE: Education and truth for the black youth
* SIX: All black men exempt from military service
Hear my words and get nervous
* SEVEN: A quick end to police brutality
Death of blacks at the hands of the P.D.
* EIGHT: Release of all black men who are held in prison;
guilty 'fore proven innocent
* NINE: Black juries when our brothers are tried in court
And in addition to all his we want
* TEN: Land bread and housing and education
Clothing justice and peace for the black nation

[Paris]
Again I start this, but I'll add a new twist
so the masses can't resist
The message brought by a Panther strictly
to relieve the disease of the sickly
So long your mind's been trapped
Slave, cause you're shamed to be black
Ignorant of the purpose of the
plan to keep the black man down under
So I'll address y'all this time
Make a statement that's on my mind
Brothers scared of revolution should be
thinkin of the way that we could be
Miss blue eyes, how'd you do that?
Tried to put him in but the skin is still black
Thinkin of a way to escape the darkness
See the weave and indeed I start this - off!

"Black is black is black is black" - off!
"Black is black is black is black"

[Paris]
S-E-D-I-T-I-O-N
In the mood of the move I'm showin
See the way the cliches have been torn
Cold spittin facts to the miracle earth born
So what's your next move, black?
Go to school or maybe join a frat
Still you seem lost, the mind is brainwashed
It can't be good cause your mind's the cost
So flip on your Young MC
Or Jazzy Jeff or whatever the case be
Mindless music for the masses makes ya
think less of the one that hates ya
Then trained to respect the game
and you turn your back on a black with the same claim
Oh blessed but you guess they mean less
because another brother can't afford to dress
the way you do but who said you're all that?
Made a little money now your skin ain't black?
C'mon I don't think your shit don't stink
You can't run from the one whose primal instinct
is to fought the words I taught ya
Thought you moved quick but I just caught ya
Now you try to say that you don't remember me
I'm P-Dog from the B.P. posse
Or a mob, that's known as Scarface
Pro-black, and some think pro-hate
But in fact it's a call for unity
Heed the plea of weak we're soon to be

Move, start this..
"Black is black is black is black"
Enter, the darkside..
"Black is black is black is black"
DJ..
Yeah.. funky..
Dance..

[Paris]
Now who did you think that you were steppin to
once your job came through
Don't get big cause I caught your accent
Shoulda been real but you wanted mass appeal
Next time you might think of this
Might remember why I'm above this
But for now my brother I'll say
Peace on the positive tip there's a new way

"I understand that time is running out.."

[Paris]
Now who is able to make war with the beast?
It starts with P
Trumpets sound when I push the program
And set my sight on a serpent man
Swinging the sword of the righteous
Make devils drop and they just can't spite this
Genocide and the minds of men make
Brothers like me fill up with hate
I smell a skunk in the air
Cause your program still ain't fair
So who you wanna blame for "The Hate That Hate Made?"
When P let off and pigs get sprayed
Y'all wanna kill off the black man
But I know your master plan
So we'll see who stop the black guerrilla..
P-Dog the Bush Killa

{*scratching*}
Yeah, it's P-Dog the Bush Killa

[Paris]
Yeah, tolerance is gettin thinner
Cause Iraq never called me "nigger"
So what I wanna go off and fight a war for?
You best believe I got your draft card!
So bad to hate somebody else
But much worse to hate yourself
Victim to the mentacide of the devil why
must black folk be made to die?
Keepin 'em on and on.. keepin ya on and on
Now my brother down South said, "Fuck the Police"
I'm sayin, "No Justice, No Peace"
So I just stick 'em like that
Cause everybody want to get the black, huh
But we'll see who'll stop the black guerilla..
P-Dog the Bush Killa

	"He's been shot!"  "The president is dead"
Yeah, it's P-Dog the Bush Killa
{*scratching*}
	"Oh my God!"  "That man shot the president"

	"Nobody moves, just stay where you are"
	"Just hold it right there.."

[Paris]
Yeah, so where's he at?  I might wait
for his motherfuckin ass on a rooftop next tour
Buckin stone cause I'm known to play for keeps
Lay low to the flow and keep it neat
And send his ass home belly up
Should've listened to the facts that the black's been tellin ya
It's no suprise that a brother got wise
Now rat-a-tat-tat, it's an eye for an eye
I'm in it, got to die before we see
the motherfuckers don't give a damn for you or me
So wear a vest on your chest and the rest stand still
For P-Dog the Bush Killa, yeah!

{*breakdown*}

[Paris]
Now you know, that I ain't never been a slave to the bottle
All I see on the tube is the punk black role model
The passive girllike she-men
that make and dictate the lives of black men
And sometimes I wanna give up hope
Cause all they wanna do is grow up and work for white folks
Or be a pimp, drug dealer or sports star
It ain't no wonder the blacks don't go far
Now the trick is stay quick to bust shit
Got to be equipped so the devil can't flip
And be aware of the government plan to keep
young black folk walkin in our sleep
Fuck the games I still feel the pain
I still feel the shame cause ain't nuttin changed
I CAIN'T fade peace when the war is all around
You better run cause the lost are bein found
Choose your team, square up and take sides
But don't be punked or a skunk when the gat fire
Cause I'm the first one to let the caps go
No more vetoes of negroes
who run scared full of fear when the devil squawk
Funk is on to the dome the glock'll talk
And be sure that a devil is peeled
Make way for the motherfuckin Bush Killa, now!

{*laughter*}
"Things change, a majority of the people will decide where and when"
"All males to the bail tomorrow mourning for the late great black man"
"We are all going to respect the law, or pay the consequences"

{*scratching: "Hey!"*}
{"Get your punk devil ass hurt motherf.." -> Ice Cube}

{*dogs barking*}
"Let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead!"
{*dogs barking*}
"He's gonna make it."  "Let the dogs go."  "No I won't do it!"

{*guitar solo for the next couple of minutes*}
{*music eventually fades*}

That shit hittin..

Ah yes yes y'all
(naw naw man, naw man that ain't it, that ain't it)
(do that other shit, that other shit)

[Paris]
Check it out ch'all, here we go again another one
from the man on the run I recollect and take a stand
P-Dog, kickin over breaks that make ya wanna move
It's like that when the black cat get in tune
And now you bustin smiles when styles I rip
So many of 'em you'll discover most speakers are split
It's kinda like a little lesson in stressin the facts
And still be kickin so know where you at, black
Listen up to the groove of the cut
Feel the funk when the bass hump, tryin to get a niggy nut
And feel it hittin when the speakers jigglin like Jello
With just enough of that good funky shit to keep it mellow
Never fadin or stayin on course
The only sellin out I'm doin is sellin out tours
Somethin for your ear, comin loud and clear
It's the voice you FEAR, if your shit ain't REAL
Keep it comin one time for your mind on the mic
It's the panther, kickin over breaks you dance to
And doin devils dirty lickin lyrics to break beats
I'm buildin so the children always know where they at, G

Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all
Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all
Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all
Check it out ch'all, check it out

Check it out ch'all, here I come again with verse two
With the knowledge of myself I got another one from me to you
(?) tracks movin smoother than machinery
It's plain to see I'm fin' to be another brother catchin heat
I take a stand cause America ain't shit to me
And bringin knowledge of the way it is supposed to be
And knock you devils out the box like a mule kick
Comin up with the shit the tricky skunks can't FUCK with
Rap is rhythm and poetry I thought you knew it; but who would have
ever thought that we would use it the way we be usin it?
Spittin facts to my peers and your fear is showin
Cause now the black is knowin things you thought we shouldn't know and
gettin ready for a power move
Yes yes y'all, ready for the motherfuckin show and prove
So pack a lunch when the bunch roll, cause we're goin
for the gold but I never sold my soul for it

Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all
Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all
Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all
Check it out ch'all, check it out

Now - whose freedom of speech if I can't reach each
There's no support when you're black and you're goin for yours
Yeah, that's alright
As long as niggaz killin niggaz makin money is NUTTIN for whites
That's the way they wanna play and now I know they fear it
Where the hell was little Ollie all them other years?
Blacks was dyin in the movies and in other records
I see the racist motherfucker never said nuttin
But that's the way it is when I run it
I make the funky tracks to keep my people up on it
Well known and prone to break a bone let's get it on
I'm showin you the facts on wax 'til your mind has grown;
huh, and still sayin what I wanna say
I won't slip still sayin what I wanna say
I won't slip still sayin what I wanna say
I'm P-Dog and I'm always gonna make it plain

Huh, so check it out ch'all, check it out
Check it out ch'all, check check check it out
Check it out ch'all, check check check it out
Check it out ch'all, check check check it out

(Motherfuckin RIGHT!)