[Intro: Akin]
West Africa. Santa Maria
Benin bronze art. White man from Bahia
Murder my God—what's the big idea?
Truth in hip hop the reason why I’m here
Yeah. While they all say, "USA. Help me, help me, help me, help me"
Please

[Verse 1: Akin]
Out of that jungle, black rose done came up
To the point where the sunset step your fame up
Freeze if you can catch a glimpse of the child
Eight years old, scolded, ran many miles
Ape man story gory—man go wild
Sweet sixteen dreams—I gamble now
Found hate in souls like slaves on boats
Fighting paid gringos. Now look—here we go. It's time
It's time to bring back the rhyme. Breathe
We gotta take the city under siege
Let’s go

[Verse 2: Akin]
Their hip hop is just zoo—full of monkeys
I run through jungle, speak rap kung fu
Chopping hands off—black belt advocate
Ying Yang Twins pick cotton, still imagine it (fucking slave niggas)
Niggas rap, dance snap for the dollar
Exhibit A,B, C meet in Ramallah
Cause the war's on—gotta choose sides
Kramer got the blues like, "All niggers die"
Said, "The war's on—gotta choose sides
Kramer got the blues like, 'All niggers die'"
Y’all do relate. Still hip hop'll do me great
A song struggle, long Shuffle—ask Eubie Blake
Peace to Lafayette County. Rise above the levee
"Pianos on Fire." Get ready