Four W's

[Elliot Gould]

Why haven't you learned anything?

It's all there, it's all there in Toynbee and those books on the shelf!

Suppression breeds violence!

You're going to raise the curfew an hour?

Will you look outside?

You see that kid?

Last week he just wanted to get laid!

Now he wants to kill somebody!

(Pigs go home!)

[Hook: Sabac Red, Goretex & MC Serch] (2x)

Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?

Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?

Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?

What?! (*scratching*)

"Take these words home and think it through"

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]

Check the scary facts, look at where we at

Terrorists, proletariats

Known to carry gats so we interact

Take you back: 1492

The Devil sent over a crew, in America the Devil grew

To the current time now the politician be the devilish, forever rich

Barbarian heretic, forever sick

Inject the microchip into my dick

See these criminals of war on trial pleading the fifth

And the mental slavery continues

If it was food it'd be their favorite dish on the imperialist menu

We fight to liberate your mind state

But all I see is the fucking crack rock

The body count and the crime rate

Notice the life and death cycle

Why they whip them with the rifle

Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael

Sharper than stainless steel Sheridan and tie your weaponry

Walking the West Bank like a desert storm veteran

[Hook: Sabac Red, Goretex & MC Serch] (2x)

Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?

Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?

Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?

What?! (*scratching*)

"Take these words home and think it through"

[Verse 2: MC Serch]

I wanna be the catalyst for every street lyricist

I wanna see this movement like it was in eighty six

I free every son from crimes he ain't commit

I want Persians on the guillotine with they neck split

I sell the Brooklyn bridge to a Saudi for an Audi

And I'd say, it was proper-ty, of the Kings County

I reverse the effects of physical neglect

I want whores in front of mirrors asking where's my self respect

I want Ralph Lauren to get down with Karl Kani

Have Rodeo Drive's smack in the middle of Southside

I really want the Latin Quarter back open

A pack of Newports for fifty cent and a quarter for a token

[Hook: Sabac Red, Goretex & MC Serch]

Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?

Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?

Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?

What?! (*scratching*)

Take these words home and think it through

[Verse 3: Sabac Red]

Sabac hold the style of rap chemist, environmentalist

Feel the highlights of life through the roots of John Fuentes

Caught in clenches, the moon shape is in a quarter

Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the stress of a New Yorker

Check the laws of Occam, the holy token's how we built it

Life's filled with smoke and piss and drinking charcoal-filtered

Four and three sixty for Non Phixion be the obvious

We handle jakes, eliminate fakes, stay alive in this

Survivalist overcome reflections of my inner demons

My mind relates to crime like fertile eggs relate to semen

I close my eyes like I was deceased

Envision peace then refuel from the sun in the east

[Hook: Sabac Red, Goretex & MC Serch]

Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?

Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?

Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?

What?! (*scratching*)

Take these words home and think it through

Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?

Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?

Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?

What?! (*scratching*)

Take these words home and think it through

[Verse 4: Goretex]

This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen it

Or you will end-er you

My temperament's foul like tenements

I feel you sensitive

The ghetto horror deep within prophecies

Planning your own arrest like Jesus tell me you stopping me

Jerusalem sun down on the hill

Three bodies suspended crookedly

They booking me, my back's against the wall

With words they pushing me

It's stated, like righteous kings in the line of David

Never Mercedes, all them offers made they got me jaded

Facing the agony, victorious call me Maccabees

Apocalyptic, hexing my rivalries through chemistry

Drama time, shooting shy guys rocking econolon

Shooting, no peeking, tryna catch Gore slipping on punchlines

[Hook: Sabac Red, Goretex & MC Serch]

Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?

Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?

Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?

What?! (*scratching*)

Take these words home and think it through

Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?

Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?

Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?

What?! (*scratching*)

Take these words home and think it through