When God give the word me herd like the buffalo, through your neighborhood. Watch me blast, drive up your past, getting that ass. You should've took heed of my word and became a friend of me. Now you're just the enemy . . . Now I change my style up . . .
Bodies pile up . . .
Putting in work for Master Farad Muhammad . . . Writing most of the tracks on Da Lench Mob's second CD, Planet of da Apes , Ice Cube packs in phrases that glorify the killing of whites. We're having thoughts of overthrowing the government . . . It's open season on crackers, you know. The morgue will be full of Caucasian John Doe's . . .