Caught, now in court 'cause I stole a beat
This is a samplin' sport
But I'm givin' it a new name
What you hear is mine, P E, you know the time

Now, what in the heaven does a jury know about hell
If I took it, but they just look at me
Like, hey, I'm on a mission
Check it out, y’all, conditions

Ain't right sittin' like dynamite
Gonna blow you up and it just might
Blow up the bench and
Judge, the courtroom plus I gotta mention
This court is dismissed when I grab the mike
Yo Flav, what is this?

Get hyped, c'mon we gotta
Gather ‘round, gotcha
Mail from the courts and jail
Claims I stole the beats that I rail

Look at how I'm livin' like
And they're gonna check the mike, right? Sike
C’mon, ‘coz I'm livin' now, lower than low
What a sucker know

Found this mineral
That I call a beat, paid zero
Packed my load 'cause it's better than gold
People don't ask the price, but it’s sold

They say that I sample
But they should sample this, my pit bull
We ain't goin' for this, they say that I stole this
Can I get a witness?

Understand where we're goin'
Then listen to this, plus my Roland
Comin' from down from below
Rebound c'mon boost up the stereo

Snakes in the mornin'
Wake up, scared, afraid of my warnin'
They claim that I'm violent
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Can I get a witness?

Ignorance is at a all time high
Yo, Chuck, I think they need to educated
S1, take a stand
Yo, Judge, tell us gon' kick it

C'mon get wit' it
Somethin' ain't right, I got to admit it
Made me mad when I was on tour
That I declared war on Black Radio

They say that I planned this
On the radio most of you will demand this
Won't be on a playlist
'Coz of the way that I say this no sell out

Fellas, you think we gon' sell out? No man
I said do you think we gon' sell out? No
Just ‘coz we in court
Yo Flav, you think we gon' sell out?
I know if we do we gon' get the hell out

Yo Griff, you and the S1, you think we gon' sell out?
No, not this day in time, my brother
Terminator X, hey, do you think we gonna sell out?

You singers are spineless
As you sing your senseless songs to the mindless
Your general subject love is minimal
It's sex for profit

Scream that I sample
Example, Tom you ran to the Federal
Court, in U.S. it don't mean you
Yeah, 'cause they fronted on you

The posse's ready, Terminator X, yes, he's ready
The S1W, Griff, are you ready? Yo Chuck, we ready, man
C'mon y'all

Hey, they say that we stole this
I rebel with a raised fist
Can we get a witness?