Psychology

Intro:

"I was born, in a dump

My mama died and my father got drunk

They left me, to die or grow

In the middle of Tobacco Road

I grew up in a rusty shack

All i owned was hangin on my back

And Lord knows, how I learnt

This place called Tobacco Road

Tobacco Road, you're dirty and you're filthy

Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane

I'm gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again"

"My mind is the place where I make my plans

The world is the place where I take my stand

The beauty of life is mine today

They cannot take my mind away"

[M1]

Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa

This ain't no act it's mathematical

Past the black radical

I choose the M1, because it's practical

Nothin was changed, we ain't protected

No names, it's all factual

They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate

Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate

This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree

Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see

[Stic]

It's like watching your own father smoke crack

I have nightmares on shit like that

No way in hell I'll ever get like that

I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years

It's like a tour of duty

My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty

When your heart is turning ice cold

Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds

My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin

I listen close to what she sayin

When she speak of Jesus I ignore it

But when it's practical I'm all for it

You got to think like a soldier

I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters

Discipline keep the mind focused

This whole world is a corn field son

Look out for flying locusts

Chorus (x2)

Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you

Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you

And through you, control your whole crew

It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do?

[M1]

You can't walk the streets with no state of mind

Blind to the ways of mankind

And if you know the time, give me a sign

Tell me where we draw the line

I got your back if you got mine

My enemy's enemy is my man

One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand

My comrades stand on lands stolen

Every tooth a golden opportunity

Who holdin my community hostage?

10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some

This is how the plan runs

Thinkin with a fugitive brain

What we do to live is insane

Holdin the weed, healing my membranes

Just like crack, you know it all boils down

to the dollars-and-cents of it

Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms

Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose

When will they learn?

Psychology

[Stic]

We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls

No respect for their laws

I cut your face with a kitchen knife

In gladiator times, man against machinery

The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy

Life is a series of serious choices

Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces

Various courses of life can lead to failure

Too much of anything is a trap

My mind snap

Guerilla warfare for two grand

They say karate means 'empty hands'

So then it's perfect for the poor man...

They say karate means 'empty hands'

So then it's perfect for the poor man

Chorus (x2)

Bridge

[M1]

When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols

And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals

The mind is like a jewel son

Only a fool wouldn't grasp it

Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted

When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols

And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals

The mind is like a jewel son

Only a fool wouldn't grasp it

Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted

"Free your mind, and the rest will follow

Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow"

Repeat until fade