Downset

Do you know what it is like to run? Do you know what it is
like to live in fear? Because she knows what it's like to run.
Because she knows what it's like to live in fear. Rape ritual.
How can I stand in silence while you are raping my sister?
Ritual! Throw it in the wind because I ain't with that. Say,
what have we done with mother, sister, daughter, lover? Beat
them down to submission, into that corner of constant fear.
Humanity reduced to a sexual commodity, objectification,
pretty faces. Molded imagery damn they drop the dirty mack
demands. She's more than booty to me; bypass her sexuality.
Tradition, your sexism is what you want me to learn. Surrender
gender hatred, fade it to kill it, compassion returns. 1 out
of 3, and they say my sisters are free, incarcerated by hat-
red. Propagated by sodomny, continual ritual victimizing my
sister. Physical rape is psychological murder. Ritual! Jenny!
Ho! Slut! Trick! Bitch! Buddy! Terms that burn in our popular
brutality. That media camera's at you, trying to show you
what's up. Illusion magazine fantasy got you feinding to bust
a nut. Body identity suffocates in her nudity - she's dying
inside. Fashions asking won't let her be. Strip her to flesh
for apathetic male ego. You bet the set ain't down with your
wak. Rape ritual! We got to meet this hate with love. We got
to meet this hatred with love. Why do we fall for it, fuel it,
sexual violence equality? Please. So-called alternative move-
ment statistics never confess her wounded aloneness , internal
inferno, locked away calm diminishment. Sharon Stone, you
ain't all that. Madonna, you ain't all that. Sell you shallow
shock value charade is wak. Sister, put a fist in what's
expected of you. Deny! Defy! False definition of you too;
there's no excuse for this brutality or this lack of humanity.
rape ritual. I say I throw you into the wind. I say your
traditions mean nothing to me.

Well, I'm doing this from that place where the young bodies
stck to bluest of blue skies. A child grown quick kicking it
with an ice-pick, age of 8 babyface straight-up scared to die.
Seen 1 little, 2 little, 3 little homocides. Kids don't rank
so they shank in front of baby eyes. Bullet-scarred! Prison-
barred! The one times got my face to the ground - they want me
down. Downset at the bottom. On the come up to say some! Down
Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum! Down! Down!
Down! Down! Bonze complexion! Converse and khakis enoughfor
the fuss of a C.R.A.S.H. to straight jack me. Brotha, brotha,
brotha, how you make 'em get down? Systematic static can't
stifle the set's sound. Jack for the mic and I'll still get it
going on, making my statement with a fatcap and Krylon. Pee-
ping my voice from the L.A. underground, the plan from the man
is to demand they keep me down! Downset at the bottom! Got ya!
Got ya! Yeah you know I straight ya! Reveal to heal in our
sectarian obstacles. Wipe the dirt off the eyes of the hate
child, damn with the programm imposed since the juvenile. Shit
is so thick, you don't want to deal with it. Set's got heart
to consist like an activist. Ain't going to live in comfort
while shit gets worde. I got the voice of the voiceless and
life comes first. So what are you going to do? What are you
going to do? What you gonna do when the shit comes down on
you? The set's gonna be down, yeah you know, like we've always
been, the ghetto survivors got no soldier extinction. The man
ain't down with multiethic ethics; division is wicked and
Downset ain't with it. My word is my fire for life and love is
the sound. You got to kill me to silence me, fool. You can't
keep me down. Downset at the bottom! Freedom in a cage!

Gotta flex that skill,yup! As I watch them kill. Greed the
seed, it's called inequities: vanity, banking, ganking, justi-
fied. How many more will have to suffer? How many more will
have to die? Well, stop buying the lie! Bold beautiful crying
brown eyes. Technical superstate built on the means of hate.
Dominant symbolcorruption escalates. Can they distinguish life
from death? Should a dollar bill give a man a right to kill?
Hell no! Because life is priceless, this fight from the affer-
mative. Wicked brutal force of course justifying the means
death with no remorse. Covert operations above the law killing
for God, for countries, a fraud. Got to take 'em out! Violati-
on of human rights! For the life of the suffering. Symbol of
wickednedd. Post-dictatorship economic elite, starving chil-
dren bowing to their feet, smokescreen patriotism won't deny
the lie - can't cloud my soul vision. F.E.M.A., see you, got
you on sight. No law should cut constitutional rights. No one
more hopeless than those that think they are free, bounded
minds of this human machinery. What I am is what I am! Crying
to jah you know I am praying for payback. All truth will soon
come be in light. Federal judge, you know they got them on
check! Federal courts, you know they got them on check! Cen-
tral banking system, you know they got them on check! Federal
agent, you know you got them on check! Federal prison, you
know they got them on check! Population control, you know they
got it on check! Cry for life!! Gotta take 'em out.

Brown and black blood to the concrete, exposed to the systema-
tic terrors and atrocities. Generations of blood-soaked fami-
lies, economic prison and self-hate is my birth-right, see?
Fratricide, homicide, suicide, genocide, they wanna kill the
niggasand wetbacks silently. Fueled by hate, fear and forced
self-denail, black kill black! Brown kill brown! L.A. style!
They breed the killer! Born in the middle of ghetto-like
battlefield, denied human rights and the wounds won't heal.
Our mothers shout a suffocating painfull cry as they watch
more generations of black and brown die. Dignity defined by
sacrificial death, to die for the blood is all I have left.
The system at hand must see one thing clearer: the city of
L.A.'s the black and brown killers! Blood to the concrete,
systematic terror! Historical facts will prove the system
guilty; hypocrisy existed when there should have been equali-
ty. Mental enslavement to loss of self-confidence, self defen-
ce ends in death of intelligence. Drown in abyss of insuffi-
cient education; prosperity cannot exist through moderation.
Forced on the culture, death in the bloodline, father to son
the mind will be confined! 818, yes they breed the killer!
213, yes they breed the killer! 310 yes, they breed the kil-
ler! The system at hand must see one thing clearer: the city
of L.A. is breeding black and brown killers!

Step up to this! Witness anger from this raised up fist. The
hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. Well,
whose fault is it, and who's to blame? Well, I'm pointing my
fingers at the ones who set up this game. This is what you've
given us and that is what you've taken. Jail won't cure your
given disease; You are straight mistaken. Child to child,
blood stain on the flag, down on the solo creep fool and it's
about to blast! It's gonna be on fool! Cuzz it's about to
blast! Mind control and it's fading fast! Huh world cuzz it's
about to blast! Children crying and bullets crack! Yup cuzz
it's about to blast! And it's aiming at you, so what are you
gonna do? Give it to 'em! Inner city erosion, political racial
explosion. Mental repression fuels that murder rate's explosi-
on. From canons straight to the bloods and crips, I say they
got you on lockdown with birds and a 20 dip. The system fuels
that anger - the killing goes on strong from 818 to 213 -
bloodshed from your timebomb. You making a move on me? Fool,
you better move fast, dying in the killing fields and it's
about to blast! It's about to blast! Boom. Another dead young-
ster on my block. Look in his face, politician, when a gun
blast makes his body drop. Your system killed him; mediocracy
handed to him, statistical product. You and the concrete made
hime useless. Incarceration institution; 5 x 7 corruption;
Kill his mind is how you do him. Realize as they de humanize
our lives that they construct a raging humanity with fury in
their eyes. Welfare, the opportunity that disables the appli-
cation of the generate crutch. Clear the way for defective
maturity which leads to psychopathic institutional conduct.
Lies, rape, intimidation, sovereign infliction of all. Social-
ly declared obscene application of reconstructive formula,
fool! I've had enough of the blood rainfall on me! 818 - 213 -
310 about to blast from that time bomb! Boom.