 Like my cigarette, listen to the language. Needle hits a record, the feeble become daggers. Brave and beautiful, bold and belligerent. Your music might be gangster, but mine is militant. Throw your hands up before they get their handcuffs. Oakland gentrifying, I wish we had the Panthers. A young lord's red guard or evil coon might be living in the past, but the future's doomed.