[Verse 1]

Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage

live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against

pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation

cats got the puff powder dance

underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot

speak at the ones on top

at the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real

whats the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you

the struggle is official with this

chill 'cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers

we rock those real black leather bombers

for real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills

ya'll better be still

my brains come out of my ball pen for my origin

I put the work in, any predictament

in fact it don't matter to me

the rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency

but rock beautifully, no security with me

hard times and prophecy

one idea, two children and three for virginity

pure energy whenever you confront me

I'ma take yours, star wars.



[Chorus]

Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers

New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam



(repeat Chorus)



[Verse 2]

The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now

let the Teck blow now

more Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies

blocks where the Babies pick locks

and Women make love to other Women

it's the pillage, your Mother's Sons

no more cold war, it be the poor ones

no radio play, from the hallway to the doorway

they banned us, cease to understand us

rap criminals segregated, player hated

underrated, project recipients

Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana

I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer

photographs with the Hummer

a young dumber, boun