Evil

They don't mind you givin' the latest rap



They don't mind your being hoes



They don't mind your being bitches



They don't mind you being whatever image that Viacom and BET can come up with



But what they don't want you to know..



Is that you're the ones that can redefine civilization if you take time to do it







It's a Guerrilla Funk-orchestrated counter-attack



Formulate and infiltrate 'em so the people react



See if I was wicked I would pick and stick to a plan



To rule the world and trick 'em, this is how it'd begin







See I'd have to find a way to keep the people enslaved



Behave, teach the babies it's my way or the grave



And start with the body, workin' labor for free



And give 'em fake religion so they worshippin' me







And see and when the free labor play out, I'd let it go



But only after I made enough to control



Then I'd tell 'em that the Afterlife is better than this



And that they should love their enemies when faced with contempt







I'd persist with some history that I would rewrite



In a school system where I'd keep the money too tight



I'd let 'em all know just where they belong in my world



Turn the boys into felons, makin' hookers of girls







Swirled up in my plan, build jails to keep



All my prisons full of niggas, have 'em workin' for free



See with ghetto-economics in check, I'd keep 'em broke



Teach 'em only to respect sports, music and dope







Control the content of lyrics, now only the sound



Of sex, dope and murder in a song is allowed



Tell 'em ÔÇŁNiggas ain't shit? every move that they make



And that black is dirty so they never try to be great







Can you relate? I'd laugh, watch 'em murder for scraps



Set it up so they'd die over crack I provide



Do it right, and I'd see they try to be like me



Try to be the biggest ÔÇŁG? up in these murderous streets







I'd teach, manhood means how many women ya fuck



How many babies you can make, responsibility ducked



Fuck a job, real men are pimps, that's what I'd teach



And if bitches wanna trip, then them bitches get beat







I'd see it all through, never lose and pass a new law



Give 'em 3 strikes so the men are constantly gone



Yeah, if I was evil they would think I do no wrong



See it's lethal how I keep 'em in their place so long, believe







Chorus:



I got my eyes upon you, and all the things that you do



Some close they eyes but mine can see, all the evil surroundin' me



So what I'm 'posed ta do, when I can see right through?



Expose the lies and snatch the sheets, fight the evil surroundin' me







After all is said and done here and I could afford



I'd concentrate deeply on controllin' abroad



And think about a way to take control of they land



I'd create a virus made to murder people en masse







Last time was Tuskegee, but now it's for real



House Bill 15090 would just kill



With germs that would murder with sperm and blood drips



And kill 'em all worser than burned, they'd die quick







See to understand, you could witness the plan



Through the green-monkey sham they would think it began



And while we argue over the cost, they'd all die



With generations all being lost with no fight







I'd continue with the pain, make it oh-so plain



I'd manipulate the market for my capital gain



Keep the people all broke and confused and underclass



Give my homies all executive bonuses through the crash







And if the heat get too hot, I'd plant a bomb



Or wreck a plane, just like Hitler back in the day



And scare all the people, they'd forget about me



They'd forget about elections and the way that we cheated







See me blame it on a foreigner and non-white men



Celebrate my gestapo with a positive spin



Then manipulate the media - it's U.S. first



Get the stupid-ass public to agree with my words







Then I'd make the play, takin' all their freedoms away



Incarcerate anybody that'll get in my way



Make 'em censor any media that challenge the mold



Give 'em bullshitty shows just like Anna Nicole's







Control the message in the music - it's gangsta fo' sho



Give 'em diamonds, never tell 'em 'bout the conflict zones



Never tell 'em 'bout the murder in Sierra Leone



Never tell 'em how the diamonds make 'em murder their own







It's all too easy, if I was evil that's how I'd rock it



Make sure that my propaganda won't ever stop it



Got 120 channels, but it's nothin' to watch



Now 11:55 be the time on the clock, believe..