[Intro: Chuck D, Louis Farrkhan, Flavor Flav]
Yo, move on 'em
Grab his soul and get the Black mind back
They just hope that he'll never wake up (Listen)
Because they never wanna meet him on the battlefield
(What is your opinion of...?)

[Verse 1: Chuck D]
War at 33 1/3, haven't you heard?
I got quick and clever at the level of a scientist
With this list my fist pumps chumps and don't miss
Sorry majority grudge against the enemy
And any other n***a wit' a attitude, see
And any other rapper who's a brother tries to speak to one another
Gets smothered by the other kind
Not so divine so I heard through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time, yo, yo, to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while they're searchin' for my '98
Accelerate the race from the chase
Look at my face that they hate, but they don't want a debate, to take, great
Can I live my life without 'em treatin' every brother like me like I'm holdin' a knife? Alright
Time to smack Uncle Sam who don't give a damn
Look at the flag, my blood's a flood without credit
Black and close to the edit
I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it
[Interlude: Louis Farrakhan, Flavor Flav]
But don't challenge them in theology
Don't challenge their political thinking
Now don't challenge them in education
Don't challenge them in science
For that breaks the mold that they are not used to
Yo, listen

[Verse 2: Chuck D]
War at 33 1/3 not really live, I rather do it at 45
Went west in the quest for my intelligence
Climbed a fence, took a teacher on
Ain't seen him since
Hence he winced and convinced that the Black was back, revolving to a renaissance
Bronze to gold I told felt bold
Taught a so called teacher our role in civilizin' the whole globe
Banned unplanned as I said
I don't break down religion, why?
There ain't a smidgen for a pigeon
Just nature for bird, dog, worm or lion
So my question to man is
So why the lyin'?
God's law I saw is natural factual
Only man creates a waste, defiance in his haste
Based on a scheme, a scam from some mastermind
Damn, we read it and still be blind
No need to search a fake church, Evangelical hustler
Anglo taxin' to muscle ya
Check I wreck, you guess yes
All the bullshit, yeah
Now that's progress