There's not much left to say that hasn't already been said
Feels like we been sayin' it again and again and again
Let 'em know where we stand
Yo now we're back where the cycle began
And now you can send Brown to war you gotta throw him in the pen
Or back to his land even though this land's his
This is lechon lessons on how to roast a pig
The sequel to everything that Chuck D said
"No human is illegal" we seein' through your plan
The sheriff sayin' that he's an admirer of the clan
The president sayin' this is bad, that's it
I'ma Magellan killer, ? in the modern sense
Five hundred years they been thwarting my attempts
Get a spine if you still there, ridin' on the fence
"Get in line where ya papers at?"
"Mine is at the crib"
Get you one way ticket to the clink
Be the chink in the armor that you think will protect you from me
you can't see, everyday is labor day here
and I root for Sugar Shane but my money's on me
Either way he goin' down when it's Pacquiao's turn
With the third world cheerin' like "Babylon burn"
The next best thing
But things can replace that feelin' of driving through your hood feeling safe
And even though my people ride, steal from each other
We're still more afraid of police than each other
'Cause even if we happen to share the same color
He be lookin' at me like "I am not your brotha"
More than the color is the class under cover
Where the working class whites blame working class others
For fuckin' up the shit that was fuck
Before any of us came back to take back the shit they took from us
And trust when I say "No shows in Arizona 'til SB1070 is a gone"
Feels like we been sayin' it again and again and again
Let 'em know where we stand
Yo now we're back where the cycle began
And now you can send Brown to war you gotta throw him in the pen
Or back to his land even though this land's his
This is lechon lessons on how to roast a pig
The sequel to everything that Chuck D said
"No human is illegal" we seein' through your plan
The sheriff sayin' that he's an admirer of the clan
The president sayin' this is bad, that's it
I'ma Magellan killer, ? in the modern sense
Five hundred years they been thwarting my attempts
Get a spine if you still there, ridin' on the fence
"Get in line where ya papers at?"
"Mine is at the crib"
Get you one way ticket to the clink
Be the chink in the armor that you think will protect you from me
you can't see, everyday is labor day here
and I root for Sugar Shane but my money's on me
Either way he goin' down when it's Pacquiao's turn
With the third world cheerin' like "Babylon burn"
The next best thing
But things can replace that feelin' of driving through your hood feeling safe
And even though my people ride, steal from each other
We're still more afraid of police than each other
'Cause even if we happen to share the same color
He be lookin' at me like "I am not your brotha"
More than the color is the class under cover
Where the working class whites blame working class others
For fuckin' up the shit that was fuck
Before any of us came back to take back the shit they took from us
And trust when I say "No shows in Arizona 'til SB1070 is a gone"