Mundo's Mind

its me, the filipino assasin// the one who be laughin// with the bo I stick-in// yo ass and swing it around// funny to me is your head making a sound// on the ground to me its sounds all hollow// truth is you lack any mind all you do is follow// and with my finger I set you a fire, reversal of fortune// hows it feel to be the one that is torchin// think of it as a favor returned// for those innoncent people your ancestors chose to burn// for that is history you cannot argue// the fact is your actions support this as my lines you steal a few// for the white man has done nothing for himself// aside from the fact he has made a living stealing others wealth// and then he claims as his own// just like these motherfuckers tryin to rock the microphone// I throw you bone at least you fuckin try// only problem is that people ask why// go back for you have made rotten of this gift// spittin aint for you so stop I'll bust ya lip//