[Society's verse]   We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat   Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth   Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police   While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.   I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right brain   Cell by cell and frame by frame.   Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. i   Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through   The curcitry.   Choake your team for their cream but that's as far as we go   Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego.   I get visions like stevie and coleco,   Give me 2000 live people   One late show no seaquel.   Aint no equal in the flesh   I been through more evil than men do.   Nasty off the head and with the pen too!      [Chuck's verse]   Now im pissed   Easy to rhyme on tracks like this   The more things change   The more they remain the same   These games them vidiots   Playin on the brink of insane   Must be a hockey rink   Lost in their drink   In pursuit of plain jane   I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink   Now in these new tracks   Some of these cats dont know how to act   All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap   One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black   Quiet riot ,yall cant hear one hand clap   Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see   The mass reintroduction   Of society to society   Together we got 100 years of sobriety   These clones   Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me   Turned out   They happy just to be in the house   So im a call emout   I aint no church mouse   Luvout      [Griff's verse]   I master rap   Write a 16 and half of that   Then eat some mix greens after that   My raps niggerish black like licorice   While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish   The hoods begging for deliverance"g"   I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this   L y should get into the "sy"   I'm thinkng me and pe should have passed it on   Society's the menace   He get's more love than tennis   On the road to riches   Cause revolutions expensive   Finance whips. finance clips spend our chips   In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine azz tits.   No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist   While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys   Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips   Still aint signed the master mind   The masters mine. hey!!!!      Back in your dome where the rebelz rome   The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed      Public enemy the 7th octave we out