I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the math After the aftermath I'm a still be a soldier in America's bloodbath Look at it through the wrath of a universal soldier You could never monitor my craft
I am not a graft, I am a original soldier Walkin' in the path of the math
Now you're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself Is that right, is that right? You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself
Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it
Well, it doesn't really matter does it 'Cause it be dependin' on the Who, what, why's and the whereabouts And I'm a nigger that the world don't care about
Mr. Outsider, it's all about bein' a fighter Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider My mellow my ace, movin' from place to place All a nigger want is a taste
Working on the docks wearin' a smock I clock in, I clock out about 5 o'clock I keeps a calm disposition so I won't arouse suspicion But then I know what you're wishin'
That you could put a bullet in my head plate Without all that red tape And lead me straight to the grave You're either a slave but Jesus got you saved Or you don't know how to behave but you're brave
A mixed up African with a finger wave And the load ain't gettin' no lighter Even though I'm in it to win it, I'm still a outsider
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself
Well, back in the days they told me hip hop pays So I says I strays aways from L A's average 'Cause C.K-in' and B.K-in' was bein' a savage And M.C.-in' and QDJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage
Now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game I'm talkin' '80 ace deuce, nobody think about truce No menace, no boys in the hood, no juice It was more like coolie high and niggers truly die like they do
When I found out you got to choose your path I knew Not red and blue, the blackness is true My tactics was new that's when the practice grew and I flew
I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory Where everyone is leery now a whole mess of mc's fear me But it's important everybody hear me
As I tell you about the unwanted man Who got blunted and took what he can And he ran from city to city, town to town Bouncin' around like he's about to blow the world up 'Cause his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar And his jar's full of somethin' else
Now everyone knows that scarecrows with Velcro hair ain't real Yeah, but if your psyche is likely to be spilled Ain't no tellin', you'll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan Way out your range and since I don't speak Greek stranger I'm a give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn
I paid the piper I'm gon' pick the tune But I don't listen to music like that, so
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You better run and hide yourself, boy 'Cause you can't provide for self
Inside, outside That's what doin' it is all about right Inside, outside, inside, outside That's what doin' is all about
Now I'm a outsider but not like ponyboy I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend with both hands in? And I transfer the answer from within And I strain and I gain the strength to bust a blood vessel
As my dirty thoughts mud wrestle in my head muscle You got your lucky charm I know you believe in warlocks You better be keepin' you door locked and bolted
Say praise the Lord as I raise the sword and revolted Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last bowl-y Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly Got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built With no guilt, at full tilt, at full speed, at full blast Comin' full circle on that ass
I'm the idealistic, realistic mystic from the past That just gets more intelligent, don't risk it I'm fast Better get involved don't know how the world revolves and evolves And solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves
Now who killed this lion? Curiosity Now why's the black man dyin'? It's an atrocity Does history really repeat itself or is it prophecy? So until I leave my physical shell, there ain't no stoppin' me
'Cause I paid the piper, I'm gon' pick the tune But I don't listen to music like that, so
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself
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