Wrath of the Math

One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up So I go to the door, there's a note It says: "We have Hip-H

Out of the fog into the smog, he walks in He's ready for victory He walks again by night, ruthlessly Meeting wit the unknown It's the educated field nigga, trained in guerilla Warfare plus equipped wit mental hardware Manifesting organizational skill

Party people in the place to be From the same man who brought you Da Bichez Da Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez We were misunderstood last time we brought you Ba Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez Now we gonna clear it up and let you make up your own mind like