text: Come wit it now
  Come wit it now
  The microphone explodes, shattering the mold
  Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode
  With the sure shot, sure to make a body drop
  Drop and dont copy, yo, dont call this a co-op
  Terror rains drenchin, quenchin the thirst
  Of the power don, that five-sided Fistagon
  The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger
  The triggers cold, empty your purse
  Rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes
  No need, just feed the war, cannibal animal
  I walk the corner to the rubble, that used to be a library
  Line up to the mind cemetery, now
  What we dont know keep the contracts alive and moving
  They dont gotta burn the books, they just remove em
  While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
  Rally round the family, pocket full of shells
  Rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  Listen, birds chirpin, dogs barkin, kids missin, milk cartons
  Soul dark as black markets, war is startin, more is sparkin
  Glory prophets praise Muhammad
  Diffrent Strokes, Philip Drummond
  Gave me crack, like Im plumbin, Jesus Christ, second comin
  Cut myself, now Im numbin, never scared, never runnin
  Chosen one, Im one hunnid, pray for me, pray for London
  Guilty me, he aint done and gun me down, all for nothin
  Precedent in abundance, president is a puppet
  Gotta hate it, gotta love it, pass a class, I rise above it
  Wise enough, advise the public, pistol bust, screamin, Fuck it
  Donald Trump, Donald Duck, what the fuck is the difference?
  Now, we stuck in a rut, this aint what I envisioned
  What is what? What is guts when you dont have intuition?
  Not a saint, not a sin, tell me, whats my real religion?
  Genocide, Genesis, they say its a new beginning
  Im a sinner, you a sinner, I can see the devil grinning
  Rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  They rally round the family
  With a pocket full of shells
  Bulls on parade
  Come wit it now
  Bulls on parade
  Bulls on parade
  Bulls on parade
  Bulls on parade
  Bulls on parade
  Bulls on parade
  Bulls on parade