text: Drop it
  Hey, uh
  Try to crack and somehow react
  Vocal snaps attract
  Im trying to rap
  Those who try to subdue the truth
  Lose their condition
  Were labelled inactive
  Being 91
  The twentieth century
  Brooklyn is a magnum in a bottle of kerosine
  Flame ignites into the black sending fright
  Tortured and weak minds
  And words and insight
  Back to the explosion on the stage
  Guns fear
  Presence of war creates a dangerous atmosphere
  Using my brain a certain power is obtained
  Using the strength Ive gained
  A struggle remains, but I
  Choose another tune to uplift
  Yeah, you know my anger is a gift
  A gift to expect the test we all must face
  Hah, out my face
  Release the reason
  Allow the pain
  The actors change
  But the plays the same
  Cmon
  In the narrows
  In the narrows
  In the narrows
  Some are the holders of power
  But will start a galactic shower
  Turn to my brother, little power, structure itself
  Hate only motivates and creates more hate
  State to state
  I set it straight and investigate
  Dull fate
  While teachers taught me lessons
  At the oppression I react with aggression
  Yo, my section after section
  No need for repressing
  Just take the mic and a rap another session
  No need for guessing
  Yeah
  And that shit that youre stressin
  Release the reason
  Align the pain
  The actors change
  But the plays the same
  Release the reason
  Align the pain
  The actors change
  But the plays the same
  Ugh!
  UGH!
  Divine are stepping up and proving to suckas
  They cannot dumben up their 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 who recognize the style
  And realize that Im not no Punk Kid
  Just stepping up for the mic hit
  Ugh!