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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Channel Live
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kris Parker
Composer
Hokiem Green
Composer
Vincent Morgan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Parker
Producer
KRS-One
Producer
Lyrics
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Yo, comin' live and direct
Get with this shit
What, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Yo, Hakim)
What, what, what, what (I'm sayin', Hakim, drop that wisdom on 'em)
What, what, what, what (What's up?)
Some rappers, would they be without the use of the word ****?
Time to make the switch, from the word bitch
Here's the message, catch it, no more Steppen Fetchit
(Rounds about clowns, here comes the verbal Hessian)
Modern day slaves, ****'ll trade for the riches
Our brothers ain't **** and our sisters ain't bitches
Mental psychosis, negative osmosis
There will be a pimp, with some new type ho shit (Yeah)
Self-esteem knockin, yo I ain't your nucca
You call my moms a bitch, here comes the fist so buck up
**** means less than countin' three-fifths
Consciousness separates a woman from a bitch
If you visualize your woman as a bitch, you'll treat her thus
If your woman is a bitch, then your daughter is a puppy
Raised her as a slut, dog scratch the itch
Pop sure the one who taught her how to be a bitch
Skip past the bitch, and treat her like a woman
Your brother is your brother, not a ****, fully human
So yo, bust the track, this is how we act
If ****/bitch is on the verbal, it's time to counteract
What, what, what, what, what (Yo, I don't understand this shit, man)
What, what, what, what (Sisters walkin' around got it twisted)
What, what, what, what (Brothers rollin' around like they holdin')
What, what, what, what (The shit is out of control, it's out of control)
Cause and effects, effect equals the cause
Must be a jigsaw puzzle
Brother love the pieces put together
Illfully clever misfits, bitches to bitches
Bitch-made sister, made ho by the mister
Broke by my fist-a, I'm fed up, head up with conclusions
Mass confusion from the words we be usin', or choosin'
A lingo, hatches, matches like bingo, ****
**** makes a **** pull the trigger on another
Yo brother equals brother
**** pulls bitch so deep in the ditch of degradation
But little is my civil-, this my -lization
Makes nation, station, vary like a letter
The header from my dick, N.W.A. fits
Like a dog to a bitch, **** equals hypocrite
No portion of the foots, the foot don't fit
In the shoe and I choose to be effects of the cause
Applause because the black's breakin' bitch-**** laws
Laws of the tracks, **** to blacks
So stop the ****/bitch, yo, what's up with that diss?
What, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Yo, yo, hold up hold up)
What, what, what, what (All this tits and ass, my sisters showin' all they glands)
What, what, what, what (Yo, act like the queens that you supposed to be)
What, what, what, what (Brothers, yo)
What, what, what, what (You better recognize what you got, we gotta serve this shit up, man)
What, what, what, what (Yo, this shit is out of control)
What, what, what, what (It's out of control, it's out of control)
It's out of control
It's out of control
It's out of control
It's out of control
Written by: Hokiem Green, Kris Parker, Vincent Morgan