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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chuck D
Chuck D
Composer
Flavor Flav
Flavor Flav
Composer
Brother Mike
Brother Mike
Composer
Khari Wynn
Khari Wynn
Composer
Davy DMX
Davy DMX
Composer
DJ Lord
DJ Lord
Composer
T-Bone Motta
T-Bone Motta
Composer
Pop Diesel
Pop Diesel
Composer
James Bomb
James Bomb
Composer

Lyrics

This is a journey
Journey through sound
Would you join me, please, in welcome-in-ing—
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose
Here's your ticket
Hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back-to-Black attack
So I sack and jack and slap the mack
Now I'm ready to mic it
(You know I like it), huh
Hear my favoritism roll, oh
Never be a brother like, "Me go solo"
Laser, anesthesia, maze ya
Ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm livin', forgiven, what I'm givin' up
X on the flex, hear me now
I don't know about later
As for now, I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man, I've had it up to here
Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear
Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago
Not quittin', though, signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from getting jerked, checkin' some ways (Ways)
To way back in the better days
Raw, metaphysically bold, never followed a code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am, God knows, huh
'Cause it's comin' from the heart
What I got, better get some
Get on up, hustler of culture
Snake bitten, been spit in the face, huh
But the rhymes keep fittin'
Respect's been given, how's ya livin'?
Now I can't protect a paid-off defect
Check the record and reckon an intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws
Not my fault that they're fallin' off
Known as fair and square throughout my years
So I growl at the livin' foul
Black to the bone, my home is your home
But welcome to the Terrordome
Come on down (Get down)
(Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)
Come on down (Get down)
(Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)
Come on down (Get down)
(Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)
Come on down (Get down, would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
(Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)
So long now, have a good trip
Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me
Me, that's who
Who I trust? Who I trust?
Me, that's who (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
Yo, who you trust, man?
Subordinate terror, kickin' off an era
Cold deliverin' pain
My '98 was '87 on a record, yo
So now I go Bronco
Oh, Chuck, they out to get us, man
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, Chuck, they out to get us, man
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off
Crucifixion ain't no fiction
So-called chosen frozen
Apology made to whoever pleases
Still they got me like Jesus
I'd rather sing, bring, think, reminisce
'Bout a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a color
Just as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a flag from the back of the lab
Told a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say, I got sold down the river
Still some quiver when I deliver
Never to say I never knew or had a clue
Word was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin', basin'
Traits of hate who's celebratin' with Satan
I rope-a-dope the evil with righteous bobbin' and weavin'
And let the good get even
Come on down (Come on)
But welcome to the Terrordome
Come on down (Get down)
(Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)
Come on down (Get down, Yo, PE, 1990, you know, all that, all that)
(Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)
Caught in the race against time, the pit and the pendulum
Check the rhythm and rhymes while I'm bendin' 'em
Snakes blowin' up the lines of design (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
Tryin' to blind the science I'm sendin' 'em
How to fight the power, cannot run and hide
But it shouldn't be suicide
In a game, a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother ain't a brother
'Cause a Black hand squeezed on Malcolm X the man
The shootin' of Huey Newton
From the hand of a nig' who pulled the trig'
Come on down
Come on down (Get down, would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
(Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)
It's weak to speak and blame somebody else
When you destroy yourself
First, nothin' worse
Than a mother's pain of a son slain in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the state to decide the fate
So this jam, I dedicate
Places with the racist faces
Example, one of many places
Greek, weekend, speech, I speak
From a lesson learned in Virginia
I don't smile in the line of fire, I go wildin'
But it's on bass and drums, even violins
Whatcha do? Getcha head ready
Instead of gettin' physically sweaty
When I get mad, I put it down on a pad, huh
Give you somethin' that you never had
Controllin', fear of high rollin'
God bless your soul and keep livin'
Never allowed, kickin' it loud
Droppin' a bomb, brain game, intellectual Vietnam
Move as a team, never move alone
But welcome to the Terrordome
Haha
Yo, look at you, look at you now
You ain't wanna listen to me
Now look at you
Diddly-doo-doo-brr-boo-boo-boo-bing
Wow, hahaha
Boing
Written by: Brother Mike, Chuck D, DJ Lord, Davy DMX, Flavor Flav, James Bomb, Khari Wynn, Pop Diesel, T-Bone Motta
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