Brutal

Paris is my name, I flows with ease

Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC's

who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement

Intense is a serious answer

The mic goes into labor you freeze up

Enveloped by the style that sounds so ROUGH

Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide

A million and a half shot keepin you high

But I don't sell cause what you're sellin is never sold

or dealed by the REAL mack brothers of old

Naw, I just devise a wise new formula

to keep you in tune without sellin my soul

In 1930, it all began

with a movement comprised of intelligent black men

Led by Allah in the form of Farad

but later by the last true prophet of God

Elijah, Muhammad, a dominant black leader

of The Lost/Found Asiatic Pack

And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight

Stressing a black nationalistic state

of self-sufficiency on a mission he

stressed thrift and pride and good sense

Killed in cold blood but the shit ain't done with

Switch to Oaktown, '66

See Huey Newton, and Cleveland Seale

Sons of Malcolm with intent to kill

and end the brutality inflicted on us by cops

Best believe I won't stop

teachin science in step with Farrakhan

Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam

Keeps my brothers up on it cause I'm black

and now you know, I'm BRUTAL

*explosion*

Callin all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter

stomp rip and choke those who thought a

young black man wasn't capable of the intellect

of gainin respect, without sellin so CHECK

I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice

but twice as nice with, the power to fight boy

So listen I'm tellin y'all, the warnin the Final Call

We're headin, for Armageddeon, it's like that

The government's policy see is tactical genocide

How many must die, chasin a chemical high?

How much, killin and murderin mayhem more can we stand

before we fold black man, so take a stand

Listen up drug dealer - whassup with that?

Hope I don't bust a cap, straight in your MOTHERFUCKIN ass

For pushin poison to youth, I'm through with talkin I'm steppin up

with gat point blank at your motherfuckin mug

I'm, P-R-O, B-L-A-C-K

Stompin and crushin to mush, any lush, in my way

I'm educated and strong, always right and no wrong

with many bullets of a Bensonhurst, come on along

It's like that y'all, and I won't QUIT

Keepin y'all fresh on the movement tip

With F.O.I. at my side, we're never slippin or nap

We always come sick-wid-it, bustin serious caps

There's no, bullshit, and yo look, this is the danger zone

You shouldn't have stepped to it, you shouldn't have come alone

You shouldn't have ever thought, the movement was soft

Don't you know P-Dog'll never stop

I'm BRUTAL!