Brutal

Paris is my name, I flows with ease

Cashed checks, breaks necks, and wrecks MC's

Who ain't down with the Sound of the Panther

Movement, intense is the serious answer

The mic goes into labor, you freeze up

Enveloped by the style that sounds so rough

Rehearse so each verse is potent as cyanide

A million and a half shot keepin you high

But I don't sell, cause what you're sellin is never sold

Or dealed by the real mack brothers of old

Nah, I just devise a wise new formula

To keep you in tune without sellin my soul

In 1930, it all begin

With the movement comprised of intelligent black men

Led by Allah in the form of Farad

But later by the last true prophet of God

Elijah Muhammad, a dominant black

Leader of the lost found Asiatic pack

And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight

Stressin the black nationalistic state

Of self-sufficiency, on a mission he

Stressed with the pride and good sense

Killed in cold blood but the shit ain't done with

Switched to Oaktown, '66

See Huey Newton, and Cleveland Seale

Sons of Malcolm with intent to kill

And end the brutality inflicted on us by cops

Best believe I won't stop

Teachin science in step with Farrakhan

Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam

Keeps my brothers up on it cause I'm black

And now you know, I'm brutal!

Callin all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter

Stomp, rip, and choke those who thought a

Young black man was incapable of the intellect

Of gainin respect, without sellin so check

I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice

But twice as nice with the power to fight

Boy so listen I'm tellin y'all, the warning, the final call

We're headin, for Armageddon, it's like that

The government's policy, see is tactical genocide

How many must die, chasin a chemical high?

How much killin and murderin mayhem more can we stand

Before we fold black man, so take a stand

Listen up drug dealer, whassup with that?

Hope I don't bust a cap straight in your motherfuckin ass

For pushin poison to youth, I'm through with talkin

I'm steppin up, with gat point blank

At your motherfuckin mug

I'm, P-R-O-B-L-A-C-K

Stompin and crushin to mush, any lush, in my way

I'm educated and strong, always rightin the wrong

With many bullets of a Bensonhurst, come on along

It's like that y'all, and I won't quit

Keepin y'all fresh on the movement tip

With F.O.I. at my side, we're never slippin or nap

We always come sick with it, bustin serious caps

It's no bullshit, when you look, this is the danger zone

You shouldn't have stepped to it, you shouldn't have come alone

You shouldn't have ever thought, the movement was soft

Don't you know P-Dog'll never stop? I'm brutal!