What you know about that hip hop is corporatized?
What you know about them porch monkey raps and lies?
What you know about the image black men as pimps?
And Slavor Slav-ass country coon niggas with lisps?

What you know about a mac emcee with skills
Who could spit and kick real shit people could feel?
What you know about the radio and fake ass clowns
With the same 10 songs, every city and town?

What you know about that hollywood culture fetish?
And who fuckin' who and what bitches is wearin'
And who gettin' fat and who adoptin' who
And what nigga got arrested now, actin' a fool

What you know about these rappers on Cribs at night?
Shootin' pool with no motherfuckin' books in sight
Grinnin grills when they showin' off they rims and ice
With that 'haaa', wish them dumb motherfuckas be quiet

See I'm fresh outta favors so excuse my tone (Yep)
This bullshit been goin' on, way too long
Who decide what you listen to and what gets shown?
Who decides what message get inside your home, I'm knowin'

All about devil ass Jimmy Iovine
And all of the rest of the killin' machine
Debra Lee and the BET hoes and demons
Dealin' dope through the radio and video screens, I'm sayin'

What if we demand a change
Blow your motherfuckin' head off, 'stead of complaining
Bet then you start listenin to what folks sayin'
When we say we had enough, knowin' we ain't playin', now get fired up...

Get Fired Up( 4x)
Looka at what they doin' to me
Get Fired Up( 4x)
Looka at what they doin' to me

Oh yeah, and fuck these political hacks
Wanna act like they the mouthpiece for blacks
Jesse Lee and Ward Connerly, and Keyes attack
Anything black when white folks writing the checks

And in fact, I could see hella niggas is blind
Like Armstrong leavin' every child behind
And McWhorter's a whore too, shit is a crime
Clarence Thomas couldn't ever be a brother of mine

I shine light on that bullshit, it's all self hate (yup)
Who the next face to betray the race
I place bets that the real people sure to relate
When I blast on that bootlickin' masquerade, and say

Hold up, wait a minute, nigga stop please
Me don't suffer from vic-tim mentality
All we ever did was want to try to get a piece
Of the pie that supposedly for everybody

Real talk, somebody best tell Russell
Fo' street niggas catch his ass up in a tussell
Drop squad in effect man, de-program
We throw his pink wearing ass in the back of the van

And say no more rap apologist, I quit
Every diamond is a blood diamond, please forgive
And see me redeemed for the deeds I did
For that def jam scam pushin' poison to kids, now get fired up...

Get Fired Up( 4x)
Looka at what they doin' to me
Get Fired Up( 4x)
Looka at what they doin' to me

And what about these racists that talk that shit
'Bout these immigrants, like they claim to it's legit?
Like they ain't stole it anyway, murdered and pillaged
Like they justified, cryin' bout they want ta get rid of

It's the 1-2-3, the 3 ta 2-1 (yep)
This nation was built on the backs of brown
Slave trade and the dead red population
Put the yellow man in a camp concentration, now

I blast on these right wing hoes
Let's see who'll be the first on my list exposed?
Hannity with that weak doublespeak, his tone
'll make his drop out bartenderin' ass get thrown

And fuck Mike Savage, radio snake
With that bully bullshit minuteman debate
Pro-life, pro-war, man it's all pro-hate
Do 'em in for his sins and Katrina disdain, and uhh

Motherfuck your taxes bitch
While Chevron is stackin' chips
While they send another young body off to die
While they send another young body to Iraq with lies

What the fuck you gonna say to me, I see right through it
Through the smokescreen keepin' folks meaner and stupid
Through the fake fear, fake tears, pride and collusion
Ain't no fakes here, all I see is lies and abuses, P

(Dog), still the one that ya can't fuck with
Educated then a motherfucka, I see clearly
Can't be whupped or debated, can't break my spirit
Never bought off, never go soft, and never fear it

Hear it loud when I say it, that's the way that it go
Hear it loud, cause I'm killin 'em with words in a row
Bitch, it ain't Paris Hilton, it's the murderous flow
Only P-Dog spittin' is the Paris you know, now get...


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