shit tomorrow too I know what you make me say I know what you make me do Tired of being pushed around By a chemical like you Doesn't matter who you use Dope
or which over. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross.(burp) We all have this idea that we should move up a little bit from our parents station
where we can grow a pound of dope we could roll Rock a show in Tokyo and kick a foot Ohio Put the O with Oreo, we owe the power of soul Round and round
Lie to yourself, you're destined to be to the curb Some stations don't care, they'll never put on the air Nothin' but commercial junk, their brain power
radiation International coming to your nation Feel the, feel the, feel the, feel the vibration We killin', killin', killin' your radio station Kill '
and you got the power to heal scars Never down 'cause the underground crown is still large See, I rap for a livin' probably rap 'til I die If you dope
said ?Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you ought to do? Is follow for now, power of the people
or which over We seem to be approaching an age of the gross We all have this idea that we should Move up a little bit from our parents station And each
roll I play the block and stroll Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin Choppin for dough, prophecise Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse The horse power cross bow Soundin dope
form like a religious tradition My mission is to take you, lyrically break you Lyrically assassinate you Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you To destroy the power
on vacation, with your station that's playin' live in every location Blowin' out ya speaker it won't get weaker I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek And your station is dope
, it's hotter than a mo'fucker Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog Big dope in the
but it ain?t stolen And I came to get my keys for the sound and the edibowa Nigga, I ain?t scarface, but got the money and the power Coming down hard
Intro [maestro fresh wes] It's the power move (yeah) It's the power move (yeah) Peace to the power move (yeah) It's the master plan (word) Peace To the
destiny inflated evaporated gone like a doo drop you try to crush me now hear comes a true drop of rhymes my coltivation atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station
, Farrakahn's a prophet And I think you ought to listen to what he can say to you What you ought to do", follow for now, power of the people, say "Make
dude, inspect that fool, still standing Unscathed, cause this is pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations
user Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot 'Cause it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope
