Believers

My brain is still rattled from the shock
 When they leave it in the box
 It's enough to call it medically opt
 Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock
 Let 'em all just hop the block (Ok)
 Better save your neighbor (Neighbor?)
 Let you kiddies all know
 This Snake and Bat is code for Stranger danger
 Man, stealing some paper
 But they never call the cops
 Ex-presidential with a plot
 Strange bird never had my own flock
 Miami where the bass here's drop
 And the red lights blink
 But you just don't stop
 Gotta get that guap
 Gotta raise them crops
 She pop that top
 And the cat is lazy!
 Well this Rat Pack is quite flavored
 Sammy Davis in a manger
 Drinking a Guinness, killing the faith in her
 Singing and slinging into her labia
 Kick drums hum enslaving you
 See, this one's cut your steak in a
 (Sick mix up of unstabler times, feeling the vibe
 Gripping this steering wheel of this car that I drive)
 They wanna see our demise
 They've got the greenest of eyes
 (Ignoring warnin' of foes
 Like car alarms in the night)
 Well, alright!
 Even though they listen
 They don't ever really hear us
 Their condition is conditioned
 Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors
 Watch 'em turning up their radios
 And act like they don't need us
 But eventually the fact is that
 They all end up believers, because
 Can you dig? In a world full of pigs
 Who's coming to pick up all of the kids
 Wanna tell 'em don't live like this
 Get an ax in the back
 Of the ones with the 'taps
 Who been stalking where you live
 They gonna turn on a map
 Then watch you stack
 Everything that they want you to give
 Maaan, they've been tuned in
 But ain't got enough loot
 They all scared of the movement
 Greasy elbows, only way to break through
 Even though we're the truth
 America eats its youth
 But don't fret, me and Wrek won't dip
 Motherfucker got an ax to pick, how 'bout you?
 About two crews came through to
 Break through, lose the tunics
 Veteran of cuckoo when you screw
 Like two nudie eunuchs
 Past life in a battle guard
 Mad mics I done shattered y'all
 Your dad's wife took her saddle off
 To catapult my cattle prod!
 It's true, dude, we bruise through
 Them broke molds to fragments
 We Tom Cruise that bitch
 While they all turn to ashes
 Ain't fucking with no samples
 Cause I can't clear these classics
 No need we got that heat besides
 We don't need these bastards