[Verse 1 Chuck D] 51 not 50, Imma be 52 Bomb drop nonstop spitting on you Never have so many been screwed by so few Call to save yall, so whatcha wanna do? Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha, whatcha wanna do? Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha, whatcha wanna do? At the age Im at now if I cant teach I shouldnt even open my mouth to speak Real talk raising strong down from the weak My name is Chuck D, I got Tea Party beef Why represent where you cant sleep? 40 aches jackass is six feet deep Lost in the same space yall call the streets I walk real talk across these beats At the age I am now If I cant teach I shouldnt even open my mouth to speak I bomb drop on those that be making yall weak 24 hours a day, 7 days a week [Verse 2 DMC] I be the king from the streets of Hollis, Queens, New York The only thing you get from DMC is real talk The cow makes beef and the pig makes pork I gotta walk this way cause its the way I walk From the halls in the hood to the halls of fame I got that East coast flavor and that West coast game I jam with jackal and Jesse James You gotta call me the king when you say my name I go hard for the people in the streets real talk The king of the rhymes and the beats real talk Adidas is the sneakers on my feet real talk And its the children in the streets we gotta reach real talk [Verse 3 Chuck D] I rock on real talk the way the side walks Whats up with the radio inside New York Underneath them streets, manmade concrete Is Mother Earth and Gods work This aint new cause yall aint never knew No tears, tell your peers inform your crew Cause truth is truth no matter what I think I take out garbage when it tends to stink No joke, no smoke, I dont drink Mr. Chuck D, tweet me so we can link See I been your age, you aint been mine Feels like I was born a second time This rhyme I wrote took a long ass time Leave that wackiness way behind At the age I am now If I cant teach I shouldnt even open my mouth to speak I bomb drop on those that be making yall weak 24 hours a day, 7 days a week [Verse 4 DMC] I be the good crowd rocker, the best mc I be the worlds greatest rapper if you want me to be But all that crap means nothing to me If I cant give em vision and something to see Its more powerful than your politics All you stupid politicians can suck a thumb Me and Chuck d, we do not run Like my man said, a change is gonna come So dont be stupid, dont be so dumb There are no cuss words for yall to beep But I am cursing out the leaders that are still asleep And all you wackass rappers, your talk is cheap See my talk is really real cause my voice is deep Now I used to rock rhymes with the reverend From RunDMC theres nothing better than The microphone killin, head severin And if youre sick of whack rappin Im the medicine [Verse 5 Chuck D] Noise of my voice, voice of the voiceless Against the racist, classist, homophobic, sexist Xenophobic that sits so deep within us Cant get help from those famous just to be famous The powers that be separate us and hate us When you need em, they go on hiatus They hate us, it dont matter They cant mistake us for somebody else They tried to break us No need to dumb down or even young down Cause my standards is high They cant understand it Some of them cant stand it, they cant understand it Songwriter yall know it, more than a poet Living life not lies, so the people can know it At the age I am now If I cant teach I shouldnt even open my mouth to speak I bomb drop on those that be making yall weak 24 hours a day, 7 days a week
whatcha, chuck, talk, yall, dmc