(HED) P.E. - church of realities INRO 1st Song Hangman Darky I.F.O. Ground Hill "INRO" Hednigga jump up on the mic he got his dick in hand Check the purpose, ya nervous, you can't quite understand About this g-punk You wanna know where does it come from Expression a lesson to learn or keep regressin I got some flow from a friend of mine Chillin in the day room lock down, ghetto wine I got some flow from a friend of mine My white trash homies they be down for mine We get it on like that, we move along like that Don't need ya punk confirmations i know where i'm at Check out the positive tip, take a rip, quick and get with this Before its all gone get wrecked with this I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah Is it on, come on Can ya feel it, uh Coming on I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over We takin over shit so pull it over Roll over rover, hednigga takin over On the shoulders of all the MCs that came before Ya know you chillin in the presence of a cultural shock Trip-hip we capable ta rock-a-bottom on top of ya I got som flow from a friend of mind My Puerto Rican homie show me love for mine I got some flow from a friend of mine I got the funk do you got the time I get it on like that I move along like that Hboc ya know where i'm at Check out the positive tip take a rip, quick and get with this Before its all gone get wrecked with this I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah Is it on, come on Can ya feel it, uh Coming on I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over We takin over shit so pull it over I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah Is it on, come on Can ya feel it, uh Coming on I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over We takin over shit so pull it over Hip hop ain't just for niggaz And every muthafuckin brotha ain't from the Pinche ghetto And every MC ain't a muthafuckin og And every nigga ain't a killa or a thief Now, little did ya know that I would be arrivin On the scene in which I'm thrivin Tantalizin and revivin My people, what?! How ya feelin, fuck you Thats how I like it Now ya down wit the crew Come on I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah Is it on, come on Can ya feel it, uh Coming on I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over We takin over shit so pull it over I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah Is it on, come on Can ya feel it, uh Coming on I gotta know Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over We takin over shit so pull it over "1st Song" You want me to give a show Well i don't really want to You want me to impress Well I don't really need to And who the fuck are you Where the fuck did you come from And if you wanted to be hednigga You shoulda filled out and application So you want me to face the crowd Well I don't really feel like it So you want me to jump around Well I am not amused And who the fuck are you I gave my life to this kah Wee me walkin with my demons Laughin' and schemin' Lookin' for the truth and the meanin' You must be confused You must be confused You must be confused If you think i give a fuck You must be confused If you think i give a fuck If you think i give a fuck Say what this brotha don't give a fuck Save your breath yeah So save your breath Save your breath For someone who really does give a flyin fuck Tell it like it is hednigga Tell it like it is You want me to be ethical You want me to be moral You want me to smile You want me to be normal I am not professional You want me to sing You want me to pray You want me to believe Well fuck that shit! That shit ain't me! You must be confused You must be confused You must be confused If you think i give a fuck You must be confused If you think i give a fuck If you think i give a fuck Say what this nigga don't give a fuck Save your breath yeah Say save your fuckin breath Save your breath "Hangman" Hey yo, wesstyle What up js Let me get a hit off some of that marijuana shit Here it is Cuz you know iz gotsta be real high When I'm feelin ta jump in the cut with some of that g-punk shit Baby My people Take a ride with me Come on Yes, yes, ya'll the M.C.U.D. Representin the hed Kickin vibes of unity On a trip hop tip Yeah Niggas hitch a ride White boys too In the car with the hed crew Whatcha gonna do On a mission of unity Rollin in the 96 Fuck you If ya punk head ain't down with this Trip hop for the hoes of oc Kickin my flows for by bros in hb Land of the dancers, skins and sprakheads The hydro, the x And the sugar cubes for ya'llz heads And its an everyday thang Black flys, head beanie Check khakis steady hang, dang Duffs on my feet so I kick Cuttin styles like Calvin I'm inclined to go big Comin Comin long on this gpunk trip We got the funk hardcore on the chaos tip Now, recognize game when you see it Got my niggaz at my back cold strapped if I need it Time Time Who got the Time Fuck it up up Who got the soul Let it flow I got nothin better to do I'm bouta fuck wit you fuck it up wit you Time time Who got the time Fuck it up up Who got the soul Let it flow I got nothin better to do I got nothin better to do BC Rock this muthafucker You see they be breakin this nigga And they makin the mold Ya know it said Yeah the story told How the world is cold Yet the man is bold Expose the funky head To let the truth unfold Ya see me comin and comin Ya see me comin up Ya see me comin and comin Ya see me comin out on top I'm the brotha that you just can't stop I break 'em off so i break em off I break 'em off so i break em off I break 'em off so i break em off Good Lord My little brotha got caught with soem rocks in his pocket My nigga from the ghetto had no counsel to fight it Probation, the violation In through the out door another vacation Now ya doin time No reason no rhyme Paybacks on your mind Betta get in like Time ain't on my side But I still got my pride The hednigga is a soul alive Time time Who got the time Fuck it up up Who got the soul Let it flow I got nothin better to do I'm bouta fuck wit you fuck it up wit you Time time Who got the time Fuck it up up Who got the soul Let it flow I got nothin better to do I got nothin better to do I got nothin better to do I got nothin better to do I got nothin better to do I got nothin better to do I break em off so i break 'em off I break em off so i break 'em off I break em off so i break 'em off Smoke a phat joint ta this .... I'm a contenta i'll rock a party till the muthafuckin roof come in Yeah its on fire Burning like some pussy In the mornin had all night to simmer White girl wakes up like dick be in her Damn I was fuckin since ya had your first barbie Easy bake oven you was pissin in ya panties Ain't shit you can do the ain't been done No, nothings wrong with you my girl Ain't the one Ain't the one "Darky" Give it up smooth Stick then I move Tryin' to make sense outta of nonsense Fool Trippin' on life and my situation Brothers of earth One love-one & 1 nation I hear the voices callin' me The choices I made were mine And I don't mind I rise to the top like cream Like the Phoenix from the blunt ash Realizin' my dreams Kissin' the pacific sky The purple haze brain remain open To changin' tides I desire knowledge by nature Word to Aristotle My nature's not to hate ya So I try to put myself in the Chucks of the other man Peace to my brother Search out my pace in this World I discover man Damn, check out the colors man My eyes are man My eyes are opening wide My eyes are open I see it everyday But some things never change-no Some people livin' in fear Not knowin' about the ten dimensions The (hed) nigga reach the point of awakening I annihilate nigga who be thinkin' that they can break me The next brother can do what they want to This brother's sites are wide and true If a stupid punk sweat me The trick ass bitch'll wish He never met me So be warned my scorn is what you saw there Be down or be gone Let's get it on there Turn of the century Age of the microwave One foot on the moon But, you can see it gettin' better Believe it Young people sayin' "they ain't havin' it" So? they takin' They breakin's They tired of the status quo Fittin' to rape yo' Their eyes are open The windows are wide and far So what the f... Where you goin' Where you been Where you at If I drop the bomb Pick it up... That sexy little girl She had no father figure The Catholic skirt Put a hurtin' on the father's *?$*# Table dances-they don't cum cheap Dee-eye-see-kaye Spells "relief" Bring all your daughter to me I was a just kid I was just living It never ocurred to me that Skin could determine identity I was naive you see Don't givaf... Never did never will My eyes are open wide Pack skillz then move in for the kill "I.F.O." Somewhere, somehow, somewhen We'll see it happen again, my friend A simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47 Only this time we'll be on the scene like Kent Brockman Or Sam Donaldson live in New Mexico But now you can't fool us Now you can't lie or deny so much It's obvious why none of us trust you How does a flying disc turn into a weather balloon How long did you think you could trick us with lies? Can't put a cover on the skies Can't hide that face or those big black eyes So how you gonna put a cover up on the skies? Realize, I'm not surprised at your deception Correction, I welcome the challenge to intercept it The message loud & clear You think we fear it Reverse it Me & mine we will embrace it So face it I got the 411 I got the CNN We on-line TV & me we kin My click is the mandelbrot set My crops lie unbroken Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt Circle perfect, bring the revelation Your realization far too many videotapes to go around erasin' This ain't no J.F.K. Check the I.F.O.-out the box Fresh like sightings on FOX Documenting the coming of the chariots Gods in the making, no more jiving No more fakin' the real How long did you think you could trick us with lies Tricks are for punks Can't hide the face or those deep black eyes How you gonna put a cover-up on the skies? Take me to your leader He don't even know you We the niggaz of earth Got to show you The peckerwoods can't stand the site of the Africans What are they gonna do when they face off with a gray man Prepare to meet your maker in the skies over the pyramids Check stonehenge Go ask the Mayans 2012 soon come I will be waitin' sayin' I told you so When the skies are ripped open And the mothership lands on your cynical ass Maybe then you will believe & concede That you can't hide the sun Can't hide the moon Can't keep some secrets so big Yes, the truth must transcend And when it does, my friend I will be chillin' by the TV Rockin' with CNN Yeah, my bong in hand Surrounded by friends When the world as we know it will end "Ground" see their hands in the air they lift up their prayers to the air the life that you live time that you give to the air it don't seem fair something is wrong with the machine your abberation slowly drain you of your will to be yourself i got that feeling that something is missing i got that feeling that something is wrong see the man in the ground i bury him up with the ground you wait for a sign you sit on the line em up let the master decide something is wrong... "Hill" what was the reason? didn't need one like instinct born into a trade not by choice but for a purpose push the rock move the stone Forever the hill your home So, have you come to resurrect me or have you come to crucify step aside or get behind me i wish someone would get behind me And the hill so very high does not give comfort And the sweat upon your brow will go unnoticed You see there will be those who come and stand Come and stand stand in the way they can't believe that a stone can be moved So they laugh when you are still they're waiting for that hill to swallow you and spit you out Another casualty of art whose only fault was being born Born between the rock and the stone forever the hill your home I was born to move a mountain I will die before I fade away I always thought that I was chosen King of the hill, King of the hill And when the light is dim who will stand by my side Crawling on bloody knees who will believe in me Who will stand by me who will walk with me who will fly with me? I was born to move a mountain I will die before I fade away I always thought that I was chosen King of the hill, King of the hill