I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the math   After the aftermath I'm a still be a soldier in America's bloodbath   Look at it through the wrath of a universal soldier   You could never monitor my craft      I am not a graft, I am a original soldier   Walkin' in the path of the math      Now you're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself   Is that right, is that right?   You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself      You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself   You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself      Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs   It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs   John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's   I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it      Well, it doesn't really matter does it   'Cause it be dependin' on the   Who, what, why's and the whereabouts   And I'm a nigger that the world don't care about      Mr. Outsider, it's all about bein' a fighter   Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider   My mellow my ace, movin' from place to place   All a nigger want is a taste      Working on the docks wearin' a smock   I clock in, I clock out about 5 o'clock   I keeps a calm disposition so I won't arouse suspicion   But then I know what you're wishin'      That you could put a bullet in my head plate   Without all that red tape   And lead me straight to the grave   You're either a slave but Jesus got you saved   Or you don't know how to behave but you're brave      A mixed up African with a finger wave   And the load ain't gettin' no lighter   Even though I'm in it to win it, I'm still a outsider      You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself   You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself      You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself   You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself      Well, back in the days they told me hip hop pays   So I says I strays aways from L A's average   'Cause C.K-in' and B.K-in' was bein' a savage   And M.C.-in' and QDJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage      Now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game   I'm talkin' '80 ace deuce, nobody think about truce   No menace, no boys in the hood, no juice   It was more like coolie high and niggers truly die like they do      When I found out you got to choose your path I knew   Not red and blue, the blackness is true   My tactics was new that's when the practice grew and I flew      I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain   From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory   Where everyone is leery now a whole mess of mc's fear me   But it's important everybody hear me      As I tell you about the unwanted man   Who got blunted and took what he can   And he ran from city to city, town to town   Bouncin' around like he's about to blow the world up   'Cause his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar   And his jar's full of somethin' else      Now everyone knows that scarecrows with Velcro hair ain't real   Yeah, but if your psyche is likely to be spilled   Ain't no tellin', you'll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan   Way out your range and since I don't speak Greek stranger   I'm a give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn      I paid the piper I'm gon' pick the tune   But I don't listen to music like that, so      You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself   You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself      You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself   You better run and hide yourself, boy   'Cause you can't provide for self      Inside, outside   That's what doin' it is all about right   Inside, outside, inside, outside   That's what doin' is all about      Now I'm a outsider but not like ponyboy   I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend with both hands in?   And I transfer the answer from within   And I strain and I gain the strength to bust a blood vessel      As my dirty thoughts mud wrestle in my head muscle   You got your lucky charm I know you believe in warlocks   You better be keepin' you door locked and bolted      Say praise the Lord as I raise the sword and revolted   Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last bowl-y   Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly   Got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built   With no guilt, at full tilt, at full speed, at full blast   Comin' full circle on that ass      I'm the idealistic, realistic mystic from the past   That just gets more intelligent, don't risk it I'm fast   Better get involved don't know how the world revolves and evolves   And solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves      Now who killed this lion? Curiosity   Now why's the black man dyin'? It's an atrocity   Does history really repeat itself or is it prophecy?   So until I leave my physical shell, there ain't no stoppin' me      'Cause I paid the piper, I'm gon' pick the tune   But I don't listen to music like that, so      You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself   You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself      You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself   You're gettin' outside yourself, boy   You're gettin' outside yourself