Why You Doin That? - X-Clan

Yea!

X-Clan

Mil-cipher in effect, get down

How we doing that?

Oh!

Bean One

Brother J

X-Clan

Yea

Exclusive!

Return from Mecca let’s get it together

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Sugar Shaft, we got to keep it moving

P.X.O., we got to keep it moving

X-Clan, we got to keep it moving

In the struggle yo, bust

I’m an example of street knowledge and conscious living

My techniques are refined

They gave my mic a blue ribbon

I gallop about the rap races stressing and tripping

Flow stealth from spotlights to master shadow living

I flip through the channels

Do a little CNN and

There’s straight genocide upon indigenous living

And you just get a snippet of the real real to realness

Bottom line

No research

Yea, yea

No knowledge

Come on

It don’t take a big four year college

To learn what it takes to put paper in your wallet

Common sense, yo

Act like you got it

Act like they making glass dicks for every human being on the market

Word to Horace with no blaspheme

But I’ll swing like (?) to protect the Earth’s cream

In the Matrix dream knowledge of self must awaken

Your stolen legacy is the one they keep taking

Aids in Alkebulan

Terrorist attacks

Fear for breakfast

Keep kids on Prozac

It gets worse

Trying to drown us black

Why you doing that?

Trying to hold us back

Why you doing that?

Schools like prisons and every special ed is packed

Children learn the ring tones before their alphabet education

That’s whack

Dumbing down our future

Why you doing that?

Pissing on our culture

Why you doing that?

Tainted information

I want a segregation between us and our rights

Between us and one nation

We’ve been divided since Nimrod at Babel

No longer building like Solomon

It’s like we’re just standing still in the gravel

We’re so confused in our travel

We fought for freedom of speech

In silence cause we don’t spit the tattle

So many corporate monopoly chains

Buying leases to brainwaves through sound waves

And tell you from your getup through your workday

Get that cha-ching

And money ain’t no thing

The repetition of negative data

Sets us back two steps in the ways of the evolutional ladder

Savage on a platter

Savage in a rapper tells the tale of the war within

We never factored

It would guide our youth

And kill our street troops

Time to break the cycle and return to our roots