[Verse One]
Please don't get me fucked up
This ain't flower power this is gun powder
Popping out the muzzle of the rifle from a clock tower
Cower if you can, shower pellets in the sand
Just to get the message out that it's fist over hand
Overstand, the poverty is obviously a issue
And the cost of new schools pays for one missile
Gun whistles still kill kids in the poorest conditions
Now it's private companies come and buying upstate prisons
I get into your city, off the plane and straight
To the hood, to familiarize myself with the place
Where the folks who live like me live
I could give a shit about the crime rate
I relate the crime to pigs
Weather in my city, weather smog thick in our lungs
Where the prisons dictate where the drugs get slung
Yeah, ayo Ern turn my shit up loud
Rebuild the building and the Assassin burn it down
Like...

[Hook]
That smog driven rebel rap
Listen and really relate to that
Living in that condition where children are driven to aim and fire back
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
Smog city rap, guns blat, listen really relate to that
Living inside of a prison, a million inmates either brown or black
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
[Verse Two]
It's the lion and the mouse when the mouse gets out
Then the mouse should let the lion die slow without a doubt
Terror in a three piece suit that's big money
For the Philippines, Mexico and Watts stay hungry
Every African country
Every third world life
The favelas in Brazil, Palestinian nights
It's the Song Dynasty's technology up in the gun
An Iraq man scooping up the brains of his son
And in Haiti they awaiting more aid until the day a new
Cause gets blasted on the television
Wait, you'll see
The philanthropy is subject to catastrophe
Never truly fixing where the problem is actually
Peace to all that real rebel rap
We gon' find your stupid ass, run tell dat (Souljah Boy)
Soulassassin.com on the net
Ern Dogg on the drum to that city I rep