I pity the punks that partake in the madness
The pushers keep pushin' on d and on jump street
Kids makin' bids with nine's in their goose downs
You try to discern between truth and suggestion
The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
Manifesting some forms of natural impatience
Enveloping the b-boy, the doper and the thrasher
Son you're running to the hook.
The funk hits, and the f.l.c. is coming to grips
Check it out!
And I stuck'em in his ear. the man stepped to me,
The roxy deli window
I ain't pushin' no party, I ain't meddlin' in saudi,
I've been watchin' the news, you're forcing people
The deceiver's deceiving because the people believe him
So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the facts
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