They Got... (censored)

(chorus)
Know your enemy, overstand y'all
Overstand y'all, know your enemy
Know your enemy, overstand y'all
Overstand y'all, know your enemy

They got extraterrestrials living in Arizona
They got food so they-gats a bodegas in Corona
They got media Tell-Lie-Vision locked down too
Brother-hooding snakes simplism lower channel two
They got millions of dollars invested in crack
Not to mention cigarettes and alcohol on top of which they tax
They got professors teaching only half the story
Nineteen-seventy five they created AIDS inside a laboratory
They got me feeling like I'm on parole
They got excuses for the people that they killed and the land they stole
They got us thinking we're players but they're the pimps
They got my (dick) inside they mouth and they all full of (shit!)

[Verse 2: Sabac]
They got computer chips filled with secret manuscripts
They got Olympic Games, symbol for how we train
They got my fifteen sisters and brothers' different mothers in Brooklyn and Puerto Rico on a search for one another
They got me thinking porn from like dusk till dawn
They got my crew spelled out Non Phi-xi-on
They got mobile phones that we purchase on a rental
So they tap into our lives and cause tumors on our temples
They got mercs and marines cooking coke in submarines
They got us feeling dope is a way to self-esteem
They got (fucked-up) leaders acting like disciplinaries
But what they ain't got is us hip-hop revolutionaries

(Chorus)