This is a song about "The negro race"

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm runnin' this amazing race,

Look it something they can't ever see

Man in the race for souls for money

The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Fuckin' maggots, to pace, race, hit you in the face!

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

I race to the line, blow past the dust

This is something different

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

Put expressions in their music and create the face