(Hey)
(This is a journey)
(Journey into sound)
(Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
(Riddim and full a culture it-)

I got so much trouble on my mind, fefuse to lose
Here's your ticket, hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to Black attack
So I sack and jack and slapped the Mac
Now I'm ready to mic it (you know I like it), huh
Hear my favoritism roll, oh, never be a brother like me go solo
Laser, anesthesia, maze ya, ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm living, forgiven, what I'm giving up
X on the flex, hit me now, I don't know about later
As for now, I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man, I've had it up to here
Gear, I wear got 'em going in fear
Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago
Not quitting, though, signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from getting jerked, checking some ways (ways)
To way back in the better days
Raw metaphysically bold, never followed a code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am God knows
Huh, 'cause it's coming from the heart
What I got better get some, get on up, hustler of culture
Snake bitten, been spit in the face, huh
But the rhymes keep fitting
Respects been giving, how's ya living?
Now I can't protect a paid-off defect
Check the record and reckon an intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws
Not my fault that they're falling off
Known as fair square throughout my years
So I growl at the living foul
Black to the bone, my home is your home
But welcome to the Terrordome

Come on down (get down)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it
Come on down (get down)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it
Come on down (get down)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it
Come on down, get down
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)

So long now, have a good trip
Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me
Me, that's who (get down)
Who I trust? Who I trust? (Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)
Me, that's who! (Get down, come on, you can get it, get it, get it))
Yo, who you trust, man? (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)

Subordinate terror, kicking off an era
Cold delivering pain
My '98 was 87' on a record, yo, so now I go Bronco
(Oh Chuck, they out to get us, man)
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Chuck, they out to get us, man)
(Yo, we gotta go dust these boys off)
Crucifixion ain't no fiction, so-called chosen frozen
Apology made to whoever pleases
Still they got me like Jesus
I rather sing, bring, think, reminisce
'Bout a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a color
Just as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a flag
From the back of the lab
Told a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold down the river
Still some quiver when I deliver
Never to say I never know or had a clue
Word was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin', basing
Traits of hatin', celebrating with Satan?
I rope-a-dope the evil with righteous bobbing and weaving
And let the good get even
Come on down (come on)
But welcome to the Terrordome

Come on down (get down)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (ahh, huh)
Come on down (get down) (yo, P.E.)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (1990 and all that, all that, ah-ha)

Caught in the race against time, the pit and the pendulum
Check the rhythm and rhymes while I'm bending 'em
Snakes blowing up the lines of design (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
Trying to blind the science I'm sending 'em
How to fight the power, cannot run and hide
But it shouldn't be suicide
In a game a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a Black hand
Squeezed on Malcolm X the man
The shooting of Huey Newton
From a hand of a nigga, pulled the trigger

Come on down
Come on down (get down) (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else
When you destroy yourself
First nothing's worse than a mother's pain of a son slain in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the state to decide the fate, so this jam I dedicate
Places with the racist faces, example of one of many cases
Greek weekend, speech I speak from a lesson learned in Virginia
I don't smile in the line of fire, I go wildin'
But it's on bass and drums and even violins
What ya do? Get ya head ready, instead of getting physically sweaty
When I get mad, I put it down on a pad, huh
Give ya something that ya never had
Controlling, fear of high rolling
God bless your soul and keep living
Never allowed, kicking it loud
Dropping a bomb, brain game, intellectual Vietnam
Move as a team, never move alone
But welcome to the Terrordome

Come on down (get down)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (yo, look at you, look at you now)
(Ou ain't wanna listen to me) (get down)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (now look at you)
(Didly-doot-doot, brrup, boo-boo-boo-boo, bing)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (wow)
Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (boing) Writer/s: Carlton Ridenhour, Keith M. Boxley
Publisher: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group
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