The Initiation

Yo what you got for me man?

Yeah I got that red, black and green for you baby

C'mon c'mon c'mon, give it to me, I need it now

Got that good shit

C'mon, I need somethin now

Make you really right

Oooooooooooh~!

[Abiodun Oyewole:]

We were strung out, on revolution

Filled up the syringe with Mao and Marx and Malcolm and Finot

And OD'd, on the possibility of change

We could knock you out with our afros

Stop bullets with our dashikis

Beep beep, bang bang, ungawa, black powerrr

A change is comin, and nothin could stop it

We got hiiiiiiiiigh on blackness

Held our black fists up, and told the devil to suck

And made a commitment to disrupt the world

Kill a cop a day, give white girls no play

Make America pay for all her wicked ways

The shit was on, then it was gone

Just like an episode on TV

It got cancelled, and there was nothing to see

Panthers were turned into little pussycats

Revolution was commercialized, and had nothing to do with black

Crossovers in music, in clothes, in styles and sex

Became the norm, for what was comin next

But we never stopped makin babies

They came out breathin the vapors, of an aborted revolution

And all the failed capers, and the few who were escapers became stories

Some of us wanted to forget

So the sons of guns and the daughters of black order

Hopped into what was hip

And skipped over the scattered remains

Of a would-be revolution, turned into a game

Yeah, this is our legacy

Ha~!