Fight - Ed O.G, Chuck D

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 boxer box the fighter some are rappers some are writers

Very few are truth tellers hey most of them are liars

I knew evil from ma up evil

Back it up no retrieval I really don’t believe you

Weasel I write big rhymes on a eazle

Never appease you please you too diesel

I swiss cheese you in a way that’s mid evil

I sell new stuff to old people or old stuff to new people

I treat me how I treat you, equal

51st state Puerto Rico

I’m at Rosco’s and Pico

They’ll sweep you, gave the whole block a rico

A court appointed lawyer is just a paralegal

Roll your body up to a seagull

Young chicks half legal spread eagle

For these dog sniffing niggas like beagles who’s out to deceive you

Rob a brokie breeze through

He only calls you when he needs you

Baby girl you so cooked you baked up sleep walking wake up

Little chest niggas ain’t cups

Now back to these niggas posted up celebration toasted up

Take a flick here is you close up

Sorry Ed bout me getting on this track late

I spent the last three months and a half fighting a

As usual you know how we do

I’m the contributor of writing and fighting wrong

It gets simple as stripping and stupid rap songs

Easy raps getting claps forces

A young MC from LA to Boston to just spit crap

Blogs fogging hip hop in ex-spouses and blouses

Why am I talking, why are there be a hundred empty houses

Super storms singing temps way beyond the norms

South be getting cold while the north is getting warm

MCs we got so much to rhyme about

So I warned the population whether or not he audience is warmed up

Before they get too far gone

Beg and preaches to call the lord

We be coffee in that tea party it must be bought

Woah its like let me back on ya

If the paint get back on track with ya

And if the people remembering the time

Where good looking out was a theme of the rhyming

All of us ashes to the ashes the dust to the dust

Make her head bust with intelligence is that what they be telling us

Instead of the media fooling us and making fools out of all of us

So I discuss and I fuss my disgust for the sake of all of us

26 years later Ed we still bomb rush the show lets go

My brother come on lets go lets go