Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Black

Bass in your face Not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people Give you some a dat Reactin' to the fax That I kick and it stick And it stay around Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots Ain't giv

I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV listen to me double trouble From the lower level I'm takin' tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts With a neck to wreck Took a poll 'cause our soul Took a toll F