some shit with face man -bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaimean -scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea
same form, every brain I rained on is warm Takin' a trip through Memory Lane to Melody See if you could tell if these thoughts to fell MC's Could do you justice
race, professional hate You lost your chance, too little too late Your fallen leader to whom you serve Fanatics get what fanatics deserve Hating the world, idea
stole my idea You stole my idea Everybody's anxious For the comin' of the crisis The collapse of the justice I can smell your armpits You stole my idea
handguns to classrooms Getting blown away Play time means something new today President tells lies in the courthouse He's gonna slip away Justice means
to be rewritten. They're losing the war? Excuse me. It's too downbeat. CARMEN: Roger de Bris presents History! ROGER: But maybe...it's a wile idea,
else. ENSEMBLE: Whom? WINTERGREEN: "Who!" Mary Turner! CHIEF JUSTICE: We're having fits! ENSEMBLE: We're having fits! CHIEF JUSTICE: The man admits... ENSEMBLE: The man admits... CHIEF JUSTICE
DIANA: Who cares about corn muffins? All I demand is justice! [WINTERGREEN REPEATS "SOME GIRLS CAN..." MARY JOINS IN, AS COMMITTEE AND ENSEMBLE, SOLD ON THE IDEA
it out, come on, here's your chance to swing With some ill muthafuckas, we don't dance and sing In '95 we out-jinglin Servin 'poetic justice' without
make way Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts, grub scouts gettin' rubbed out I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze 'til this came out Hittin' ideas to use, a
contact Sticky situation in fact Tryin not to let the feelings catch But there's a thin line between both of y'all So you respect that And entertain the idea
them or let them fall? M: Ohh...Let's cut them C: OK, so where do you live right now Martin? M: I'm in Chicago C: OK, OK Martin, the justice card is
Reverend: My sons, absolutes, and friends I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord (continues preaching) Arch rivals We got the kingston
rest my head for my wrongs High school days are dark So light the flame Walking down those halls So light the flame Learning who I'm not So light the flame No idea
these streets alone man Feels like I fell asleep one evening And woke up the next day suddenly a grown man In a rut with no idea how to leave it My parents
value shelf into the dirt left to the wind. Coming up strong ready to begin to obliterate the word from the start with such ideas come and such ideas
. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea
What happened to all the great leaders The ideals that they believed They have all died and perished With ideas that they conceived What happened to