for many though this birth place of the automobile and organized labor was seen as a promised land for 25 years sudden black migrated north seeking middle class prosperity but by summer of 1967 much of that hope had turned to hopelessness yo you that wrong i crack a sky a black dawn put your wallabies back on it s time for a swarm you that wrong you get your timberlands blacked on jungle fatigues bulletproof vests back on i blow dimes all up in your way spit a dart in your face you don t know me in the first place my birth date equivalent to forty earthquakes i smirk gray polly on streets where the motors leak kids hold heat cause they place is cold my weight s in gold turn about face behold the street scroll never work slow said wise old elder i hear beats like helen keller feel em straight out the speaker to my animated blood flow pass records around like contaminated needle heave ho my sound heavy like tree fall i flee halls bleed through gauze carry grym reaper in millimeter form you spill a liter for him born to take any soul relentless henny flow chops heads like guillotines smoke philly s with my queen i m still in the machine dt s at my day job talking bout the date room they may drown me my shadow too vicious can t keep them around me hide em under the hoody he live like whitney intelligent like eli we ride like the genie pass time like a clock used for a frisbee george roll wallstreet that s the shoes that fit me burn a building wu tang bats all in the sky causing a black day i see through the eye of a tornado false feed with greater labels tower of babel labels follow room when i call the chrome tell home lord i slice you i engineer trains of thought diabolical molecules light skin marksmen part taming your follicles twelve men equipped seven rappers can vouch too about you fuckin with me my clan emblem remember where it came from fore i cock and aim one dart at the cranium fuck up your suit coat each rhymes i wrote aimed at the ivory coast piano keys i tap like a nervous child s knee i served in the streets for the army of god bring your bomb squad national guard i m passin through bars escapin prison armed with great vision god given heredity better be the armed bank robber with pedigree  think differently 