Boom-Shoka Loka wana bak a beast down, dun 'e way duz it, can't nobody tell me how. Goin strong, fast & steady, watchin aroun me, they're hot on our trail, blas' Raw Matter out th'County. Climbin wallz ta Th'roof, it'z SAC DAWG th'Truf, in a false equation, I make th'Face of our Nation. Brainz & Heart too, not jus' sayin wut ta do, we've got "Planz Of Action", no Duk, Dodgin o' Dashin. Ima squar-Off, with wuteva'z on 'E othaSide, like "hey, we gotta talk, from now on yuh betta hide. Guess you went an' stole, from the wrong white guy, betta get dat unda control, or sumbody might die. Don't kno'wut you thot, but musta been on One, I heard this dude "Scott", PUnches like a shot gun. Throwz if 'e haz to, five loaded in two chambers, an' 'e'll happily blast you like criminal strangers. Roun' town goin noWher, bukle down yuh kno'we're, breakin for it, 'ad ta skoot, shakin 'e bad pursuit. Anotha hop, flip, jump, Pop, pistol grip pump, back flipin off trash bins, SAC dizzy, mah hat spinz. Landed in stride, with eas', oldest trik out th'book, thru sum bushez, unda trees, trakin sumthin yuh took. Disappeared thru public, lose 'at coat, grab a hat, bite ta eat, relax, grub it, hopin you ditched dis cat. Then soon as you've standed, hear screamz and get handed, warm burna'z in a pape' bag, but nervousness makes you laugh. So you stash it, bounce out, walkin away casually, can't believe you're aliv'POOW!, you've becom a casualty.