Taggin' it Up

Yo Fine, did you get em? (Yo, I just got back from the hardware store, yo 3 bucks a can I got red, black and green Ready to do this?) Word is bond (Yo, kick it) [ VERSE 1: YZ ] I want to see a rap generation throw both hands up in the air Pump em up like you just don't care Run your fingers right through the hair I mean your weave if you got a weave and if not A thievin MC, he might just get shot But not by the bullet from a gun By the rays of the mental sun On your knees you're pleading, not bleeding Punk duties, take heed to proceeding As I proceed to teach the youth You proceed to teach your use- Less pickanniny nigga, here, gimme The microphone, so I can enlighten your dome I'm not your daddy, boy, the Son is home The father's here to support this With the Eastside Division I taught this I'm a prophet and you can't stop the bumrush Knowledge of self has finally dawned on us As I speak self-esteem releases Brothers and sisters become strong, this eases My mind a bit, but there's still more to get with Place my art in your brain, make you sane again But refrain from the negative, be sure After all you have a lot to live for Cause we built a nation, the center of the world is Africa This is why they're after ya But don't let racism rule your prism Some brothers in prison are rough-livin and still givin Their all to make sure no other brothers fall a victim The wall was empty And this was in me to give to you A wall to look up to So I'm taggin it up (Writing my name in graffiti on the wall) (When I put up the wall of words) YZ is taggin it up (Writing my name in graffiti on the wall) (Writings on the wall) [ VERSE 2: YZ ] Read the fineprint, now you got it, make sense Uplift yourself, raise your level of confidence I put up the wall, a wall you now own Nurture it, take care of it, carry it home Read it over Then decipher which way is right And which way is too hype A lie planted by the devil, a racist Lied to your face, yet can they still face us? Trustin us, then I bust caps of rap They step back cause they don't understand the plan No rhythm and the devil can't hide it And though some cover it up I look inside em But then I ride em, guide em to the pit From which they came from and throw em in it Then write on the wall how he tried to face me Locked me in chains to disgrace my African name But now I'm sane again and I don't play So raise your gun while you're on the run No son of mine, the Eastside Division will take time To learn, only concern of a strong mind Then they'll proceed to speak, teach you all They've been called to uphold the wall, so yes y'all By my side the Father this time, your mind is mine Now so I'm taggin it up (Writing my name in graffiti on the wall) (When I put up the wall of words) Taggin it up (Writing my name in graffiti on the wall) (Writings on the wall)