Artist: MC Duke Album: Organised Rhyme Song: Organised Rhyme Typed by: Matt Jost [ VERSE 1: MC Duke ] Hey! I don't say it's right to fight But I must incite a riot tonight My plight is this: I was born on the black side From my head right down to my backside And my homeland is run by another Gimme that back (Yo, word to the mother) Land in my hand I have not felt Cause my race still reels from the deals you dealt Knelt and prayed to a god you made Stolen from us in a different age Bold as you are, livin like a star While my mind still rocks from a mental scar Nah, you don't wanna know how it feels I'ma blow up your ship and rip the keel Here's the big payback, line for line The bum's a prime - in Organised Rhyme [ VERSE 2: MC Duke ] You better hope I don't find my scope Cause you can't cope with thise here dope Nope, don't even try it, but don't deny it And don't make no rule, cause I'll defy it Try it and I'ma let off, so call your bet off You made me mad, so you know you better jet off That's to show how mad I am Gimme chance and I'll gladly slam You and your homies to the ground Inject a key and then I pound A sound that I make but I don't fake And yet my homeland you still take Break, shake, rattle, made me roll To my (brothers and sisters) (I know you got soul) So I say check the time The bum's a prime - in Organised Rhyme [ VERSE 3: MC Duke ] Let's talk about South Africa You say the word, people laugh at ya But nothin is funny, you're takin my money And beatin the girl that I'm callin my honey Sonny, I'ma get up and take a stance Slap the Bible out your hand Turn the other cheek? You stupid freak I learned not to do that way past last week Deepest concentration mode Of course my conversation sold But not sold out cause without a doubt If you see my show I rock the house But I can't rock the homeland Cause that's controlled by the man Damn I ain't havin it, not this time The bum's a prime - in Organised Rhyme [ VERSE 4: MC Duke ] To rock the joint and make my point clear: There ain't a race in the place that I fear But I see other races are afraid of me They call me a villain and Jamaican thief Paranoid to the bone And now old ladies are scared to leave home Yeah, I used to do that, a stick-up kid Of course - I learned from the things you did But now I stand back and bust my rhyme I did the crime and then the time A model citizen, and I pay my taxes While the government cools out, relaxes On money, stolen years ago I speak the truth and you fear the show You want me to say, "Ooh, I'll play the game" (Hell no) I refuse to act tame Shame, cause I caught you sleepin Big fat stomach while the kids are weepin That's alright cause we'll get our time The bum's a prime - in Organised Rhyme