Lyrics Get Fired Up - Paris, T-K.A.S.H.

Get Fired Up

What’chu know about that hip-hop that’s corporatized?
What’chu know about them porch monkey raps and lies?
What’chu know about the image black men as pimps?
And Slavor Slav-ass country coon niggaz with limp?
What you know about a mack MC with skills
who could spit and kick real shit people could feel?
What’chu know about the radio and fake-ass clowns
with the same ten songs, every city and town?
What’chu know about that Hollywood culture fetish
and who fuckin who and what bitches is wearin?
And who gettin fat and who adoptin who
And what nigga got arrested now actin a fool
What’chu know about these rappers on Cribs at night?
Shootin pool with no motherfuckin books in sight
Grinnin grills when they showin off they rims and ice
With that 'HAA', wish them dumb motherfuckers be quiet!
See I’m fresh outta favors so excuse my tone
This bullshit been goin on way too long
Who decide what’chu listen to and what gets shown?
Who decides what message get inside your home?
I’m knowin all about devil-ass Jimmy Iovine
And all of the rest of the killin machine
Debra Lee and the BET hoes and demons
Dealin dope through the radio and video screens
I’m sayin… what if we demand a change?
And blow heads off 'stead of complainin
I’ll bet then you listen what folks sayin
When we say we had enough, knowin we ain’t playin
Now get fired up
I get fired up (*3X*)
Look at what they doin to me
I get fired up (*3X*)
Look at what they doin to me
Oh yeah~!
And fuck these political hacks
Wanna act like they the mouthpiece for blacks
Jesse Lee and Ward Connerly and Keyes attack
anything black when white folks writing the checks
And in fact, I could see hella niggaz is blind
Like Armstrong leavin every child behind
And McWhorter’s a whore too, shit is a crime
Clarence Thomas couldn’t ever be a brother of mine
I shine light on that bullshit, it’s all self hate (yeah)
Who the next face to betray the race?
I place bets that the real people sure to relate
When I blast on that bootlickin masquerade, and say
Hold up, wait a minute, nigga stop please
Me don’t suffer from vic-tim mentality
All we ever did was want to try to get a piece
of the pie that supposedly for everybody
Real talk, somebody best tell Russell
Fo’street niggas catch his ass up in a tussle
Drop squad in effect man, deprogram
We throw his pink wearing ass in the back of the van
And say no more rap apologist, I quit!
Every diamond is a blood diamond, please forgive
And see me redeemed for the deeds I did
For that Def Jam scam pushin poison to kids
Now get fired up
What about these racists that talk that shit
'bout these immigrants, like they claim to it’s legit?
Like they ain’t stole it anyway, murdered and pillaged
Like they justified, cryin 'bout they want to get rid of
It’s the 1−2-3, the 3 to 2−1 (yeah)
This nation was built on the backs of brown
slave trade and the dead red population
Put the yellow man in a camp concentration
Now — I blast on these right wing hoes
Now who’ll be the first exposed?
Hannity with that weak doublespeak his tone
I’ll make his drop out bartenderin ass get thrown
And fuck Mike Savage~!
Radio snake
With that bully bullshit minuteman debate
Pro-life, pro-war, man it’s all pro-hate
Do 'em in for his sins and Katrina disdain
And uhh… motherfuck yo’taxes bitch
While Chevron is stackin chips
While they send another off to die
Send another young body to Iraq with lies
What the fuck you gonna say to me?
I see right through it
Through the smokescreen keepin folks meaner and stupid
Through the fake fear, fake tears, pride and collusion
Ain’t no fakes here, all I see is lies and abuses
P (Dog), still the one you can’t fuck with
Educated then a motherfucker, I see clearly
Can’t be whupped or debated, can’t break my spirit
Never bought off, never go soft, and never fear it
Hear it loud when I say it, that’s the way that it go
Hear it loud, cause I’m killin 'em with words in a row
Bitch it ain’t Paris Hilton, it’s the murderous flow
Only P-Dog spittin is the Paris you know
Now get…