We got a lotta things to do up in here today

We gotta take our minds back
Take off the blinders and realize
We've been inside of a matrix so darn confined that
Men's penal cord's are rewired to act as minds and
Women's inner cores are seen as just inner thighs
And hip hop legends are reduced to selling Sprite
And things have gotten so darn weird who knows what's right?
I feel for the children of Africa, Cambodia, how they livin'?
A descendant of Abraham says hello to ya
We've moved so far from the real in our utopia
Staring our sets feeling no connect to most of ya
We're like puppets being pulled by some g-strings
These things are what defines generation bling bling
We sing sing for the people up in Sing Sing
We the true blue crew you knew you could cling to
Ding! We ring true bring crews the lean grooves
I'm round one Ding! One love is round two (whew)

We got a lotta things to do up in here today

I launch this consciousness, regardless
If you don't need or want this, fuck this
The dirty south is flooded with rappers that couldn't cut it
If you ain't serious about this game then you need to shut it
And try religion, become a Christian
Ain't nothing free, you can ask Hammer or TLC
This industry is shady, supporting me and my lady
So don't even start it, if you ain't devoted and wholehearted
If it's a one hitter quitter n***a, will you consider pizza deliver
Then put your dreams up under the river
If you like it you will never last, you got to love it
Nothing above it, a never ending hunger for cash
See my intentions with this dialect, don't go believing
Everything that you receiving from the TV set
You might wake up find your ass in debt
You ain't from Bankhead but I bet, you can bounce a check
We got a lotta things to do up in here today