No Hand Out

[Featuring Snaggle Puss]

Verse One: Mad Lib, Xzybit

Yo, look at the way you reactin

I ain't on the microphone actin tough-actin like Tinactin

Madden, dreamin like baddened Aladdin

Families they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin

Jammin like Isley when I be

Floatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a bee

IBM's is not computers

Intelligent Black Men radio polluters and riot looters if any

Plenty of patience perseverance, persistance

And I don't need a county check for government assistance

Build the knowledge without college abolish like aparthied

Rip like a riptide, when I arrive

Million Man March, Washington D, C me when I get there

Pioneer millionair thoughts we all share

In Los Angeles, niggaz stopped tryin to make peace a long time ago

So it ain't no shock, to hear gunshots, on your block

or maybe even mine on occasion

Regardless of your town, niggaz still tore down and blast

So Xzybit ask what's worse

To getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you're

stuck

See either way we've been set up to fail

Throw that nigga in jail if he ain't tryin to see Yale or Harvard

or Howard, and I reguse to be a coward

Or forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullshit

Xzybit carry on like my brothers did

Handguns and girls hell in hands on and other shit

Chorus: repeat 2X

I don't need nobody, to give me a damn thing

Just open up the door, and I get it myself

Verse Two: Snaggle Puss

Aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived

I got with four hundred lashes and still survived

To this very day, the grafted never let up

So I got a million brothers, and we all fed up

With corruption, that's why we on this mission