Self Destruction

Well, today's topic, self destruction

It really ain't the rap audience that's buggin

It's one or two suckas, ignorant brothers

Trying to rob and steal from one another

You get caught in the mid

So to crush the stereotype here's what we did

We got ourselves together

so that you could unite and fight for what's right

Not negative 'cause the way we live is positive

We don't kill our relatives

Pop pop pop

when it's shot who's to blame?

Headlines, front page, and rap's the name

MC Delight here to state the bottom line

That black-on-black crime was way before our time

Took a brother's life with a knife as his wife

Cried cause he died a trifling death

When he left his very last breath

Was I slept so watch your step

Back in the sixties our brothers and sisters were hanged

How could you gang-bang?

I never ever ran from the Ku Klux Klan

and I shouldn't have to run from a black man

cause that's

Funky Fresh dressed to impress ready to party

Money in your pocket, dying to move your body

To get inside you paid the whole ten dollars

Scotch taped with a razor blade taped to your collar

Leave the guns and the crack and the knives alone

MC Lyte's on the microphone

Bum rushin and crushin, snatchin and taxin

I cram to understand why brother's don't be maxin

There's only one disco, they'll close one more

You ain't guarding the door

so what you got a gun for?

Do you rob the rich and give to the poor?

Yo Daddy-O, school em some more

Straight from the mouth of Wise and Daddy-o

Do a crime end up in jail and gotta go

Cause you could do crime and get paid today

And tomorrow you're behind bars in the worst way

Far from your family, cause you're locked away

Now tell me, do you really think crime pays?

Scheming on taking what your brother has?

You little suckers.. you talkin' all that jazz.

It's time to stand together in a unity

Cause if not then we're soon to be

Self-destroyed, unemployed

The rap race will be lost without a trace

Or a clue but what to do

Is stop the violence and kick the science

Down the road that we call eternity

Where knowledge is formed and you'll learn to be

Self-sufficient, independent

To teach to each is what rap intended

But society wants to invade

So do not walk this path they laid.

It's

I'm Ms. Melodie and I'm a born again rebel

The violence in rap must cease and seckle

If we want to develop and grow to another level

We can't be guinea pigs for the devil

The enemy knows, they're no fools

Because everyone knows that hip-hop rules

So we gotta get a grip and grab what's wrong

The opposition is weak and rap is strong

This is all about, no doubt, to stop violence

But first let's have a moment of silence

*Fresh beatboxes*... swing

Things been stated re-educated, evaluated

THoughts of the past have faded

The only thing left is the memories of our belated

and I hate it, when

Someone dies and gets all hurt up

For a silly gold chain by a chump