Lyrics:

Cause ya cut it ya match it Ya cut it ya match it You do the final cut yeah Ya cut it ya match it Ya cut it ya match it You do the final cut yeah Ya cut it ya match it Ya cut it ya match it You do the final cut yea Ya cut it ya match it Ya cut it ya match it You do the final cut yea Cause it's a manifest destiny like a genocide recipe Telling lords that wrestle me to be my own race Challenge your god, another drink of your chalice Dont underestimate the fate of a preordained mass Where are my boots and where the hell is my balance The hell you did come down from your planet To see us all reach for the cocking of a a gun Oh come if you're gunna get some Cause forty seconds later and the cocking of a gun A boy avoids confusion and his special agent scum Two officers pushed a boy down on his back Searched through his pockets found a vile of crack yea This boy untainted Its a typical mythical world we live in untaint me Un-slay me, un-lay me Going to the river cause I think I'm damn ready There is a river where a riverbed should be There is a river...yeah braddigan There is a river where a riverbed should be There is a river where a riverbed should be There is a river where a riverbed should be There is a river where a riverbed should...i'd like to I'd like to jettison your medicine back to where you came from You keep your Bell and Edison away from my grandson Stand son on your own bone dont forget the home that you came from Dont let them say your name wrong Just like larry I take it to the hoop I do one false move in one fell swoop And then I, then I pass it to the trigger man Bow down to the s