 When you treat it like soap on a rope Cause the beats and the lines are so dope Listen for lessons of slaying inside music And the critics are a blast and before They'll never care for the brothers and sisters Like what the country has of soap for the war We got to get them straight, come on now They're gonna have to wait till we get it right Radio stations like Western and Blackness They call us the Black, but we'll see you liberate us Carry it on!