Lyrics:
Fear The State Against The Ropes

Breakin the back that i've been givin feedin the mouths that I have made teachin my brain's what keeps me living take back from those who stole my pay

[Pharoahe Monch] Yo Truth had me up against the ropes and semi-concious without no boxing skills Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil

' mad weight Outta state and shit, I can't wait till this record shit is straight So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone Motherfuckers fear

Microphone magician, it's the end when I start A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art Crowned king b-boy, the elite rap reverand Master of the ceremony twenty-four/seven Mc's don't fear

church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State

church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State

(THE UNBOUND ALLSTARS) Afu Ra: We need masters in biology to overtake Illuminati tricknology Transform reciprocate your mental state now make a date

As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear Rhetoric said Read just a bit ago Not

church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State