I pity the punks that partake in the madness Yangin' the young for their products and profits The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don't need kids makin' bids with nine's in their goose downs 'Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain't got none You try to discern between truth and suggestion but they bid for your ID via fear of rejection
All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness manifesting some forms of natural impatience Deaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasher Enveloping the b-boy, the doper and the thrasher Looking to be judged but when judged by the book Son you're running to the hook. Get the heck out!
Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back with the funk hits, and the F.L.C. is coming to grips with a fist full of funk hits. Check it out! I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up and I stuck'em in his ear. The man stepped to me, he wouldn't let it end though, so I threw his ass out the Roxy Deli window
I ain't pushin' no party, I ain't meddlin' in Saudi, but i think it's fucked up, what the federal has laid on me I've been watchin' the news, you're forcing people to choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue The deceiver's deceiving because the people believe him Now the troops'll be bleedin' and their mama's will be grieving So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the facts Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes
Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness. (4x)
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