Can't Truss It

(album: Apocalypse 91... The Enemy Strikes Black - 1991)

Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Getting it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reacting to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointing to the joint, put the Buddha down
Going, going, getting to the roots
Ain't giving it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm taling 'bout the one still going on
I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat
Can't truss it
Kicking wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where everybody at
Divided and sold
For liquor and the gold
Smacked in the back
For the other man to mack
Now the story that I'm kicking is gory
Little Rock where they be
Docking this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swinging the rope
Wearing red, white and blue Jack and his crew
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
Man to the man, each one so it teach one
Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
One love who said it
I know Whodini sang it
But the hater taught hate
That's why we gang bang it
Beware of the hand
When it's coming from the left
I ain't tripping just watch ya step
Can't truss it
An I judge everyone, one by the one
Look here come the judge
Watch it here he come now
I can only guess what's happ'ning
Years ago he woulda been
The ships captain
Getting me bruised on a cruise
What I got to lose, lost all contact
Got me laying on my back
Rolling in my own leftover
When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's
90 Fucking days on a slave ship
Count 'em falling off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time
Blood in the wood and it's mine
I'm choking on spit feeling pain
Like my brain being chained
Still gotta give it what I got
But it's hot in the day, cold in the night
But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
Attitude boils up inside
And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
Still I pray to get my hands 'round
The neck of the man wit' the whip
3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass
To signify
Owned
I'm on the microphone
Saying 1555
How I'm living
We been living here
Living ain't the word
I been giving
Haven't got
Classify us in the have-nots
Fighting haves
'Cause it's all about money
When it comes to Armageddon
Mean I'm getting mine
Here I am turn it over Sam
427 to the year
Do you understand
That's why it's hard
For the black to love the land
Once again
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Getting it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reacting to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointing to the joint, put the Buddha down
Going, going, getting to the roots
Ain't giving it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm taling 'bout the one still going on
I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat
Can't truss it