| They say they can’t convict |
| Though they’re known to be strict |
| Mistook my people for the ones to be hit |
| Startin' crimes of passion |
| Flames and ash and |
| Murder passing |
| Hand to hand |
| Car to car |
| They done gone too far |
| Stop where you are |
| The cops are at war |
| With the B to the L to the A to the C to the K |
| We ain’t selling no rocks today |
| I’m breaking glass for the black man’s plight |
| Gonna burn and loot as proof to the whites |
| They can’t take advantage |
| We can do damage |
| Thought they could manage |
| Our sense of the real |
| So ML King was the god damned defendant |
| Cops with the Klan bent |
| Were just in their bust |
| They can beat you to the fullest |
| Extent of the lengths of their clubs |
| Peace and love in god we trust |
| Don’t fuss with the negro pros at dissecting the plotting |
| That many years ago made niggas pick cotton |
| And shamed us |
| Aimed us |
| Out of our orbit |
| But never explored it to sue |
| The red, white and blue |
| Voluntary manslaughter |
| Killed the father raped the daughter |
| Bust this to the youth |
| And trust this to be truth |
| We’re choking on a culture |
| That circles like vultures |
| Putting slaves |
| In their graves |
| As unemployed leftovers |
| Yeah gangs have sprung from the work that you |
| Who worship the cursed red, white and blue |
| Have done to the kid |
| In your bid |
| To get ahead |
| Now rocks gonna roll for green black and red |
| Riot |
| They gon' buy it |
| Now this black generation |
| Done been too patient |
| Thelma and Louise this whole damn nation |
| And let’s just all act up |
| They used logic for the projects like they housing cattle |
| Bush’s point of light done ignited my battle |
| 'cause my people getting burned |
| And there’s nowhere to turn |
| There’s a gun to your head, G |
| When do you learn? |
| Riot |
| Bring 'em to the crackhouse |
| Let’s have a riot |
| Welcome to the crackhouse |
| Twelve years of Bush and Reagan |
| No opportunity cuts and social spending |
| Poverty line poor and homeless sinking |
| Calling out the army and blaming the victim |
| Every inner city’s a crackhouse |
| And every American TV’s on you bet it’s a blackout |
| No health care, jobs or housing visualize plebiscite 2000 |
| There’s no logic reason or rhyme |
| Just black on black on brown on yellow crime |
| AIDS in the house you can’t escape |
| With no condoms for kids no sex education |
| Government withhold potential drugs |
| So you drive to the crack-house and buy it from street thugs |
| No hope for the hopeless, no power for the powerless |
| Total confusion look at life through an hourglass |
| Violence is never an answer it’s a question |
| What does it take to get media attention? |
| Are the people really ready for truth |
| Now that the chickens have all come home to roost? |
| And the leadership urges patience and quiet |
| But it’s too late for empty rhetoric |
| It’s a riot |
| Welcome to the crackhouse |
| This is a riot |
| We need crack in L. A |
| I’m sorry Rodney, but I just can’t stop |
| 'Cause I’m the C to the R to the A to the C to the K |
| Double up raps |
| Is haps |
| I say |
| Spray the whole damn block my rock is dominating |
| Got a base head lock on this spaced out nation |
| Project glass pipe’s been the best thing tried |
| Got us tight boxed in rollers on all sides |
| Feeding black paranoia that can throw you around a bit |
| USA can’t say they ain’t down with it |
| Leading the attack of the killer Caucasians |
| Now they trying to persuade us |
| Sweep it under the rug |
| Getting action |
| From Jesse Jackson |
| 'bout being upset |
| But bet he ain’t living on drugs |
| He’s just simping |
| 'cause he pimping |
| As a politician |
| Shooting off his mouth |
| But the fire is missing |
| 'Cause he’s turning his back on the blacks going crazy |
| Telling us to vote that’s a quote like we’re lazy |
| Instead of oppressed by a stressed population |
| That maimed and then blamed blacks with no reparations |
| Got no education thought the nation was dumb |
| Kept us poor and ignored till we pick up a gun |
| And defend our lives like the men so wise that |
| We are band together as a gang and then swang |
| Do your thang in the middle of the night |
| While I try to teach the devil about wrong and right |
| 'Cause it’s beyond his comprehension |
| So some schooling’s attempted |
| The usual lies that you hear are preempted |
| Been shot in the back |
| For the fact that they’re whack |
| Believe not a word that you’ve heard about that |
| 'Cause crack is being sold like candy |
| Better go call up Barney and Andy |
| Tell them that Mayberry’s under siege |
| Crack MC done hooked Opie |
| Riot |
| Welcome to the crackhouse |
| I wanna riot |
| Bring 'em to the crackhouse |
| Let’s have a riot |