Welcome to the Terrordome (Live)

作曲：Carlton Ridenhour,Keith Shocklee

(Hey)

(This is a journey)

(Journey into sound)

(Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)

(Riddim and full a culture it-)

I got so much trouble on my mind, fefuse to lose

Here's your ticket, hear the drummer get wicked

The crew to you to push the back to Black attack

So I sack and jack and slapped the Mac

Now I'm ready to mic it (you know I like it), huh

Hear my favoritism roll, oh, never be a brother like me go solo

Laser, anesthesia, maze ya, ways to blaze your brain and train ya

The way I'm living, forgiven, what I'm giving up

X on the flex, hit me now, I don't know about later

As for now, I know how to avoid the paranoid

Man, I've had it up to here

Gear, I wear got 'em going in fear

Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago

Not quitting, though, signed the hard rhymer

Work to keep from getting jerked, checking some ways (ways)

To way back in the better days

Raw metaphysically bold, never followed a code

Still dropped a load

Never question what I am God knows

Huh, 'cause it's coming from the heart

What I got better get some, get on up, hustler of culture

Snake bitten, been spit in the face, huh

But the rhymes keep fitting

Respects been giving, how's ya living?

Now I can't protect a paid-off defect

Check the record and reckon an intentional wreck

Played off as some intellect

Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws

Not my fault that they're falling off

Known as fair square throughout my years

So I growl at the living foul

Black to the bone, my home is your home

But welcome to the Terrordome

Come on down (get down)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it

Come on down (get down)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it

Come on down (get down)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it

Come on down, get down

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)

So long now, have a good trip

Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh?

Me

Me, that's who (get down)

Who I trust?

Who I trust?

(Come on, you can get it, get it, get it)

Me, that's who!

(Get down, come on, you can get it, get it, get it))

Yo, who you trust, man?

(Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)

Subordinate terror, kicking off an era

Cold delivering pain

My '98 was 87' on a record, yo, so now I go Bronco

(Oh Chuck, they out to get us, man)

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Chuck, they out to get us, man)

(Yo, we gotta go dust these boys off)

Crucifixion ain't no fiction, so-called chosen frozen

Apology made to whoever pleases

Still they got me like Jesus

I rather sing, bring, think, reminisce

'Bout a brother while I'm in sync

Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a color

Just as well could be undercover

Backstabbed, grabbed a flag

From the back of the lab

Told a Rab get off the rag

Sad to say I got sold down the river

Still some quiver when I deliver

Never to say I never know or had a clue

Word was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard

Lies, scandalizin', basing

Traits of hatin', celebrating with Satan?

I rope-a-** the evil with righteous bobbing and weaving

And let the good get even

Come on down (come on)

But welcome to the Terrordome

Come on down (get down)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (ahh, huh)

Come on down (get down) (yo, P

E

)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (1990 and all that, all that, ah-ha)

Caught in the race against time, the pit and the pendulum

Check the rhythm and rhymes while I'm bending 'em

Snakes blowing up the lines of design (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)

Trying to blind the science I'm sending 'em

How to fight the power, cannot run and hide

But it shouldn't be suicide

In a game a fool without the rules

Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize

Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a Black hand

Squeezed on Malcolm X the man

The shooting of Huey Newton

From a hand of a **, pulled the trigger

Come on down

Come on down (get down) (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else

When you destroy yourself

First nothing's worse than a mother's pain of a son slain in Bensonhurst

Can't wait for the state to decide the fate, so this jam I dedicate

Places with the racist faces, example of one of many cases

Greek weekend, speech I speak from a lesson learned in Virginia

I don't smile in the line of fire, I go wildin'

But it's on bass and drums and even violins

What ya do?

Get ya head ready, instead of getting physically sweaty

When I get mad, I put it down on a pad, huh

Give ya something that ya never had

Controlling, fear of high rolling

God bless your soul and keep living

Never allowed, kicking it loud

Dropping a bomb, brain game, intellectual Vietnam

Move as a team, never move alone

But welcome to the Terrordome

Come on down (get down)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (yo, look at you, look at you now)

(Ou ain't wanna listen to me) (get down)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (now look at you)

(Didly-doot-doot, brrup, boo-boo-boo-boo, bing)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (wow)

Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (boing)