GetFiredUp

Get Fired Up - Paris/T-K.A.S.H.

What'chu know about that hip-hop that's corporatized

What'chu know about them porch monkey raps and lies

What'chu know about the image black men as pimps

And slavor slav-a** country coon niggaz with limp

What you know about a mack mc with skills

Who could spit and kick real sh*t people could feel

What'chu know about the radio and fake-a** clowns

With the same ten songs every city and town

What'chu know about that hollywood culture fetish

And who f**kin' who and what b**ches is wearin'

And who gettin' fat and who adoptin' who

And what ni**a got arrested now actin a fool

What'chu know about these rappers on cribs at night

Shootin pool with no motherf**kin' books in sight

Grinnin grills when they showin' off they rims and ice

With that 'haa' wish them dumb motherf**kers be quiet

See I'm fresh outta favors so excuse my tone

This b******t been goin' on way too long

Who decide what'chu listen to and what gets shown

Who decides what message get inside your home

I'm knowin' all about devil-a** jimmy iovine

And all of the rest of the killin' machine

Debra lee and the bet hoes and demons

Dealin' d**e through the radio and video screens

I'm sayin' what if we demand a change

And blow heads off 'stead of complainin'

I'll bet then you listen what folks sayin'

When we say we had enough knowin' we ain't playin'

Now get fired up

I get fired up

I get fired up

I get fired up

Look at what they doin' to me

I get fired up

I get fired up

I get fired up

Look at what they doin' to me

Oh yeah and f**k these political hacks

Wanna act like they the mouthpiece for blacks

Jesse lee and ward connerly and keyes attack

Anything black when white folks writing the checks

And in fact I could see hella niggaz is blind

Like armstrong leavin' every child behind

And mcwhorter's a whore too sh*t is a crime

Clarence thomas couldn't ever be a brother of mine

I shine light on that b******t it's all self hate yeah

Who the next face to betray the race

I place bets that the real people sure to relate

When I blast on that bootlickin' masquerade and say

Hold up wait a minute ni**a stop please

Me don't suffer from vic-tim mentality

All we ever did was want to try to get a piece

Of the pie that supposedly for everybody

Real talk somebody best tell russell

Fo' street niggas catch his a** up in a tussle

Drop squad in effect man deprogram

We throw his pink wearing a** in the back of the van

And say no more rap apologist I quit

Every diamond is a blood diamond please forgive