text: Your attention, please! Your attention, I need it
  So I can sit you in a position from which I see it
  Where Im seated is scenic
  Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist, so bulimic
  Which means you somewhere in between it
  I take it back for you like the Wyld Stallyns of San Dimas
  Im in the market for low-mile 360 Modenas
  And a good organic cleaners
  My car always a winner
  Your cars always pitted, we should call it Stanley Steamers
  Most of my friends in gangs
  My new nickname is Genghis Khan
  But without the Ye, but his last names my side
  I ride with the meanest, Im armed to the teeth
  Youre Venus and youve never been to the dentist
  School of Hard Knocks, I dean it
  I done it, as well as a celebrated alumnus
  I donate to the campus and my names on the arenas
  But you cant bring it to my court not even with subpoenas
  Cause you cant play my sport but you can still cheerlead us
  And you cant sit there, that sections for the seniors
  And the sexy señoritas, so just move up to the bleachers
  How you going to school me when I grew up with your teachers
  I know that you cant hear me cause I blew up all the speakers
  And the power line is hanging cause I threw up all the sneakers
  I ate up the im-pastas and I chewed through all the pizzas
  I blacked out with a black card and I maxed out all the Visas
  Accreditation so prestigious, just walk across my stage
  Your life will be completed
  Dont need financial aid, cause this is just some free shit
  You been properly prepared, throw your hats up in the air
  Im red hot, Chilly, Im Anthony Kiedis
  My spirit smells teenage, and Chi-Towns feeling excellent
  We hit them with the President, see, we set the precedent
  I dont feel Im best, I just feel Im better than...
  Everyone
  Everyone around here
  Everyone is so near
  Its holding on
  Its holding on
  See I dont disagree, this is just a grievance
  This aint dissing, this is civil disobedience
  How you going to make hip-hop without all the ingredients?
  Lot of mouths to feed, plus a lot of greediness
  And that greed, outshines the neediness
  What niggas need is some question they authority
  And tune out all the TV shit
  And we be this
  So I give them more, you see, I did it for...
  Everyone
  Everyone is so near
  Everyone has got the fear
  Its holding on
  Its holding on
  Yeah, I am back up on the airwaves
  Feeling like a Soldier and I aint talking where the Bears play
  Flair, look how I Fred Astaire down the staircases
  Its finna be a hair-raising tortoise versus hare race
  So you should hang around here like some earrings
  I know attentions all about how you pair things
  So when I want them to hear me out
  I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out
  And whats written on her titties is what its really about
  Then her vagina is some poor kids from China
  Nipples, nuclear missiles
  Ass is a daughter without a dad, back is like Afghanistan, Iraq
  Health care hair, drive-by thighs, education lips, HIV eyes
  Environment feet, justice get her so wet
  Brains get you brains, you can fuck her if you protest
  But before you bust in her face
  Finish listening to the tape; Enemy of the State