Once again, this is your brain.This is your brain on drugs.This is your brain on social narcotics.Any questions?Any questions?This is your brain on drugs.This is my brain.This is my brain.Yo, this is my brain.Nah, this is my brain.Yo, this is my brain.This is my brain.Yo, this is my brain.Nah, this is my brain.This is my brain.Plumble, plumble, growl, toss and tumble, ow.How's he living, kid?Fair.Spoon feeding is deceiving because I need a fork.And if white people are superior, I was delivered by the stalk.Taught me that I was superior.Others are inferior, but what's important is the interior.God damn it, don't blame it on Janet.The nation got rhythm, but the rhythm ain't good.Not in my neighborhood.But I change a devilish, global way of thinking.Homeboy, as fast as the eyes start blinking.But I'm just one man, one man, one sister, one brother, one cousin.To help another, to change the place, to change the pace.So the rats don't win the rat race.Cause every time the clock goes tick, another falls thick to the social narcotic.This is my land.Yo, this is my land.Nah, this is my land.This is my land.Nah, this is my land.Watch.My land.Yo, this is my land.This is my land.Yo, this is my land.This is my land.Chill.Yo, it's my land.Yo, it's my land.This is my land.It's my land.Nah, it's my land.Yo, it's my land.Social narcotics are dangerous way of life.Talk to the young ones who now deal with strife.Parents teaching their kids to be racist.So they grow up tricking, show hate for some faces.The side effects get me real fixed.Seeing people trying to flex, cause they got a color complex.Innocent children I see stay addicted, getting howled for hate.That's why pain gets inflicted to another color.It's a black and white fight in fatal sight.That's why I've got it with life.The blind minds are those that fell in this harsh reality of social abuse that attacks the mentality.Cause race against race only brings friction.Pain and affliction, cause that's the addiction.Those that fall victim that walk around headless cause the drug they took made them an addict of prejudice.This is my land.This is my land.Yo, this is my land.This is my land.Yo, this is my land.Yo, it's my land.Social narcotics.Yo, it's my land.This is my land.Yo, this is my land.Yo, this is my land.Yo, this is my land.This is my land.Yo, this is my land.Yo, this is my land.Yo, it's my land.This is my land.My land.My land.My land.This land is your land.This land is my land.From the streets of Carlton to the Brooklyn Island.For my people in prison to the Red Fern Project.This land was made for you and me supposedly.You never taught me true history.We killed the Indians and showed it as a victory.Original man.Pilgrims saw him as a caveman.Convert to be Christian or become a slave man.Indians brought the corn and the bread and in return we gave them muskets to the head.Damn.Right back to the black and white.BLOULD FOR THE HAVE NOTS.Now we're ninety-two.Lower to be mascots.The Redskins.The Indians.The Atlanta Braves.What if we called the team the Atlanta Slaves?Brothers would have a fill day.Don't you understand now we've got to turn the right way because every time the clockgoes tick another falls Vic to the Social Narcotic.This is my land.This is my land.We got ma land.Yo, step in, shout out, go to my man Max, Fatal, Tartrate, and Tom Shansky playing a fly ass bass, guitar riffing a whole nine.I want to give a strong shout out to anyone and everyone who deals with equality every day.Yo, let's be in peace, die in pieces, you know what I'm saying?Yo, let's be in peace, die in pieces, you know what I'm saying?