| Once again, this is your brain | 
| This is your brain on drugs *egg starts frying* | 
| This is your brain on social narcotics | 
| Any questions? | 
| Do you sell drugs (No) Do you carry drugs? | 
| (Never did) | 
| But you ain’t talking about the drugs inserted in the crib | 
| Of the mind of the youth, young and trying to adapt | 
| To the circles and hurdles and the craps, it’s on map | 
| Get the backslap and the «Everything's all right» lecture | 
| Then in school BAM! | 
| sit 'em right next to | 
| Mister David Duke, triple K white Aryan | 
| Who tells you pops told him that you were the lesser man | 
| Because of drugs that were put into the books | 
| By the crooks of culture, the truth has a mother’s looks | 
| Who blesses and loves every single day | 
| And works for Papa triple K and 66 right way | 
| Take the troops here Mr. «Only Way to Stop It» | 
| I ain’t checking for the crack | 
| I’m worried about the social narcotics | 
| This is my land (Nah, this is my land) (Repeat 8x) | 
| Grumble grumble growl, toss and tumble, ow | 
| How’s he living kid (Foul!) | 
| Spoon-feeding is deceiving because I need a fork | 
| And if white people are superior I was delivered by the stork | 
| Taught me that I was superior | 
| Others are inferior, but what’s important is the interior | 
| Goddamn it, don’t blame it on Janet | 
| The nation got rhythm, but the rhythm ain’t good | 
| Not in my neighborhood | 
| Will that change the devilish global way of thinking? | 
| Homeboy, as fast as the eye starts blinking | 
| But I’m just one man, one man one sister one brother one cousin | 
| That helps another, to change change a place and change a pace | 
| So the rats don’t win the rat race | 
| 'Cause every time a clock goes «tick» another falls vic | 
| To the social narcotic | 
| This is my land (Nah, this is my land) (Repeat 8x) | 
| Yo social narcotics, a dangerous way of life | 
| Talk to the young which will now deal with strife | 
| Parents teaching their kids to be racist | 
| So they grow up tricking, show hate to some faces | 
| And side effects get me real vexed | 
| Seeing people trying to flex 'cause they got a color complex | 
| Innocent children I see stay addicted | 
| Getting high off of hate, that’s why pain gets inflicted | 
| To another color, it’s a black and white fight | 
| In Fatal’s sight, that’s why I gotta enlight | 
| The blind minds of those that fell in this harsh reality | 
| A social abuse that attacks the mentality | 
| 'Cause race against race only brings friction | 
| Pain and infliction, 'cause that’s the addiction | 
| Those that fall victim now walk around headless | 
| 'Cause the drug that they took made them an addict to prejudice | 
| This is my land (Nah, this is my land) (Repeat 8x) | 
| This land is your land, this land is my land | 
| From the streets of Compton to the Brooklyn island | 
| From my people in prison to the Red Fern projects | 
| 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 slaveman | 
| Indian brought the corn and the bread and in return | 
| We gave 'em muskets to the head? | 
| Damn | 
| Right back to the have-nots | 
| Now in '92, lowered to be mascots | 
| The Redskins, the Indians, the Atlanta Braves | 
| What if we called the team «The Atlanta Slaves»? | 
| Brothers would have a field day | 
| Don’t you understand now we got to turn the right way? | 
| 'Cause every time a clock goes «tick» another falls vic | 
| To the social narcotic | 
| This is my land (Nah, this is my land) (Repeat 8x) |