This is a song about "Black rights"

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Remember stand up for ur rights

Reevaluate your rights and think things over, are you free?

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt