Fight

Don't stop the show
Don't want to go
Back to the world again
Don't get me wrong
Just one more song
Is all that I need

Twist the L, spark the lighter
Start a fire, fight the boxer, box the fighter
Some are rappers, some are writers
Very few are truth tellers, ayy, most of them are liars

I knew evil from my upheaval
Backed it up, no retrieval, I really don't believe you
Beezel, I write big rhymes on a easel
Never appease you, please you, too diesel

I Swiss cheese you in a way that's medieval
I sell new stuff to old people
Or old stuff to new people
I treat me how I treat you, equal
Fifty-first state, Puerto Rico
I'm at Roscoe's, La Brea and Pico
They'll sweep you, gave the whole block a RICO
A court-appointed lawyer is just a paralegal
Blow your body up, Alka-Seltzer to a seagull

Young chicks, half legal, spread eagle
For these dogs sniffin' niggas like beagles
Who's out to deceive you, rubber broke, he breezed through
He only call you when he need you, baby girl
You so cooked, you baked up
Sleepwalk and wake up
Little chest niggas, A-cups
Now back to these rappers all posted up
Celebrations toasted up
Take a flick, here's your close-up

Chuck D

Sorry, Ed, 'bout me gettin' on this track late
I spent the last three months and a half fightin' the hate
As usual, you know how we do
I'm the contributor of right and fightin' wrong
Against the distributors of stupid rap songs

Easy raps, give it claps
Force a young MC from LA to Boston
With just spit crap
Blah, foggin' hip-hop
And ex-spouses in blouses
While I'm talkin', why there be a hundred thousand empty houses?

Superstorms singin' temps way beyond the norm
South be gettin' cold while the North is gettin' warm
MCs, we got so much to rhyme about
So I warn the population whether or not the audience swarm, uh
Before they get too far gone
Beggin' preachers to call the Lord
We be coffee in that tea party, they must be bored
Whoa, it's like let me back on ya
If the pain get back on track with ya
And the people rememberin' the time

Where good lookin' out was the theme of the rhyme in all of us
Ashes to the ashes, the dust to the dust
Make that head bust with intelligence
Is that what they be tellin' us?
Instead of the media foolin' us, makin' fools out of all of us

So I discuss and I fuss

My disgust for the sake of all of us
Twenty-six years later, Ed, we still bum rush
The show, let's go, my brother, come on

Let's go, let's go