Buck Whylin' - Terminator X, Chuck D, Sister Souljah

We are at war!

Black man, where is your heart?

The black man is so strong there’s no reason we can’t win!

Everybody’s gonna have to get serious!

I try to teach and reach, I drop bombs with a little flow

Remember back when I said 'Yo!'?

If you can’t get at those then get up

As the world turns, some sucka learns

As one quits, another hits, ain’t this a trip?

That’s why I’m known, I’m stoned up on the microphone

But they try to hang me dry

But then it’s do or die when they don’t give you a reason why

They be frontin' forgettin' finger pointin' at us (Damn!)

No discussion we be tearin' up the joint, yeah

There was the music they use and the flex will go stylin'

Terminator X, buck whylin'

What is America’s beef with the black man?

It’s the way that you walk

It’s the way that you talk

Every brother and sister has got to be a soldier in the war against the black

man

They want to keep your mind in a constant state of aggravation

Ain’t nothing changed, still down with Farrakhan

Yeah, some seconds ticked, but still a time bomb

Blowin' up, they hope we shut up, what up?

Is it shakin' or bakin' enough?

God damn

Like I told 'em it stands a man

With an attitude, some people call me rude

And when they kick out the bass and treble

The place is in trouble, the population double

A trigger panic the spot, the heater’s on and it’s hot

Like sex, Terminator gets ya go buck whylin'

Sister Souljah speaking!

Sisters say, 'Where are the good black men?'

They’re missing in action because we are at war!

War!

War!

I’ll get ya go buck whylin' (damn!) what the others say

Come here and listen, stop missin' what the brothers say

Go for broke, we smoke, we go loco

Cause what I’m sayin' they’re playin' me for a joke so

My tolerance to climb the fence

And what is told is told and it’s bold and it’s gold, you won’t

Find this jam on a planet cause they take it for granted

At the end of the day they get paid

Not this time the rhyme is ridin' on a flex

The Terminator X

That’s why I never can stop and I won’t I don’t stop

Keep the flow of the info 'til the brain pops

And it be pumpin' the sound and I’ll look

You’ll get down and start pilin'

Terminator X, buck whylin'

If the truth hurts, then you’ll be in pain!

If the truth drives you crazy, you’ll be insane!

The laws are designed so that the black man as a collective cannot get paid

As I told you before, we’re at war!

Some say it’s sad, they get mad cause we’re down with the Boogie Down

Ice-T, Big Daddy on the rhythm now

I go Stetsa, too and I betcha

With the 2 Live Crew and we’ll getcha

Even got Sir Mix-a-Lot

MC Lyte, that’s right, huh, she can win a rhyme fight

We’ll fill the fall with incredible feats

Terminator X, Valley of the Jeep Beets

I’m givin' you what you’re gettin', a little taste of the P-E

That’s what it B-E

It doesn’t matter the platter still turns

Every second with a record so hot that the floor burns

Terminator

Buck whylin'

You can’t declare war on the black man without declaring war on me

I’m Sister Souljah, and I’m outta here