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05. 2Pac – Violent – 2Pacalypse Now

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05. Violent


Backing Vocals – DJ Fuze , Mac Mone, Money B

Producer – Raw Fusion


Lyric :

[2Pac] They claim that I’m violent, just cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I’m not buyin it
Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against
any oppressor, and this is known as self defense
I show no mercy, they claim that I’m the lunatic
But when the shit gets thick, I’m the one you go and get
Don’t look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I’m the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this
I’m Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished
The underground railroad on an uprise
This time the truth’s gettin told, heard enough lies
I told em fight back, attack on society
If this is violence, then violent’s what I gotta be
If you investigate you’ll find out where it’s comin from
Look through our history, America’s the violent one
Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery
This time the payback for evil shit you did to me
They call me militant, racist cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this!
My words are weapons, and I’m steppin to the silent
Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I’m violent

[Chorus:] [1st occurance:] as written
[2nd occurance:] add last three lines again
[3rd occurance:] repeat first five lines twice
[4th occurance:] repeat first five lines twice
[5th occurance:] second to fifth line, first to fifth line
[6th occurance:] emphasis on second line, whole chorus
[7th occurance:] first three lines only

“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] “Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched] “Just because we play what the people want..”
“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] “Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched] “Just because we play what the people want..”
“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] “Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched]

[2Pac] The cops can’t stand me, but they can’t touch me
Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by the police, didn’t have my ID
I said, “Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?”
He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew
(Do you know what time it is?
Get out the fucking car, or I’ll hurt you!)
“Get out the car… or I’lI hurt you”
So here I go, I better make my mind up
Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up
I chose B, stepped into the streets
The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat
They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete
(Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c’mon ?)
(“What you doin man?”) They tried to frame me
They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat
But I’m a rap fiend, not a crack fiend
My homie panicked (“I’m out”) he tried to run
(Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop’s gun
My homie dropped so, I hit the cop
I kept swingin, yo, I couldn’t stop
Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless
The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless
(? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!)
Now I’m against this cop who was racist
Given him a taste, of tradin places
And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this
frame up, but I came up
Now they claimin that I’m violent

[Chorus]

[2Pac] As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh)
Then the gun shot, but I wasn’t hit
I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand
He shot the cop (damn!) now he’s a dead man
I said, come on, it’s time for us to get away
(Let’s go, we gotta get the fuck outta here)
They called for backup, and they’ll be on their way
Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick
The car wouldn’t start (damn!) we in deep shit
So we jumped out (C’mon let’s take the cop’s car)
We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far
But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, I’m dying in a gunfight
I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge
Load em up quick, it’s time for us to spray
We’ll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin
This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops
You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped
So here we go, the police against us
Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What’s next man?)
What’s next, I don’t know and I don’t care
One things fo’ sho’, tommorrow I won’t be here
But if I go, I’m takin all these punks with me
Pass me a clip G, now come and get me
You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent
Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I’m violent…

[Chorus (3)] [Chorus (4)] [Chorus (5)] [Chorus (6)] [Chorus (7)]


Samples : 

“Pirates Anthem” by Home T, Cocoa Tea and Shabba Ranks
“City Under Siege” by Geto Boys
“Any Colour You Like” by Pink Floyd
“Rebel Without a Pause” by Public Enemy
“Halloween Theme Song” by John Carpenter

04. 2Pac – I Don’t Give a Fuck – 2Pacalypse Now

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04. I Don’t Give a Fuck 


Backing Vocals – Mickey Cooley, Pogo , Rodney Cooley
Producer – Pee-Wee


Lyrics :

I don’t give a fuck
They done push me to the limit I’m all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I’m in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he’s jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life ‘G’
Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don’t wanna stop at the brother man
But then they’ll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mother-fuckin’ dope man
The Grammy’s and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can’t understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they’re be days like this
But I’m pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain’t goin’ nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cause this is the day we make ’em pay
Fuck bailin’ hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There’ll be another nigga bigger
from the mother-fuckin’ underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin’ tick and I’m sick of the bullshit
You’re watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn’t last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who’s that behind the trigger?
Who’d do your figure!?
A mother-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don’t give a fuck

Niggas!, isn’t just the blacks
also a gang of mother-fuckers dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin’ nigga and a beat walkin’ nigga with a badge
I had to shoot you and the pass for the blast take his cash
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
And that’s just his luck
Cause a nigga like me
don’t really give a fuck

Walked in the store what’s everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mother fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain’t this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who’s the mac in fact who’s the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he’s getting over
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
And count another quick meal
I’m getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you’ll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin’ nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let’s put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he’s done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don’t give a fuck

They just don’t give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San Francisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the America
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers
And fuck you
Fuck Y’all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2pacalypse mother fuckin’ know
Y’all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy’s balls
Fuck Y’all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

03. 2Pac – Soulja’s Story – 2Pacalypse Now

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03. Soulja’s Story


Producer : Big D The Impossible


Lyric :

[repeat softly 2X in the background] All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

[audible after ‘Pac says the word “welfare”]

[‘Pac talking as ‘Soulja’] They cuttin off welfare..
They think crime is risin now
You got whites killin blacks,
cops killin blacks, and blacks killin blacks
Shit just gon’ get worse
They just gon’ become souljas
Straight souljas

[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

[2Pac as ‘Soulja’] Crack done took a part of my family tree
My mom is on the shit, my daddy’s splittin, mom is steady blamin me
Is it my fault, just cause I’m a young black male?
Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin crack sales
Only fifteen and got problems
Cops on my tail, so I bail til I dodge ’em
They finally pull me over and I laugh
“Remember Rodney King?” and I blast on his punk ass
Now I got a murder case..
.. you speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place
Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask
Duckin fuckin ‘Task’, now who’s the jack-ass?
Keep my shit cocked, cause the cops got a glock too
What the fuck would you do – drop them or let ’em drop you?
I chose droppin the cop
I got me a glock, and a glock for the niggaz on my block
Momma tried to stab me, I moved out
Sold a pound a weed, made G’s, bought a new house
I’m only seventeen, I’m the new kid
Got me a crew, bought ’em jewels, and a Uz’-thick
But all good things don’t last
‘Task’ came fast, and busted my black ass
Coolin in the pen, where the good’s kept
Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
A soulja

[Chorus]

[2Pac] Buck, buck – niggaz get fucked, don’t step to this
Quiet as kept I’m blessed on a quest with a death wish
Tell ’em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it’s hectic
Here’s the anorexic, I’m makin it to an exit
Walkin through the streets on the black tip
Packed with several gats, cause I’m on some “pay ’em back” shit
Niggaz don’t wanna try me, brother you’ll get shot down
Now I’m king of the block, since my bigger brother’s locked down
I’m hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now
That’s what I call a kingpin
Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing
Tellin him just be ready set
Pack ya shit up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet
Niggaz from the block on the boat now
Every single one got a gun, that’ll smoke – pow!
These punks about to get hit by the best
I’m wearin double vest.. so aim at my fuckin chest
I’ll be makin straight dome calls
Touch the button on the wall, you’ll be pickin up your own balls
I can still hear my mother shout..
“Hit the pig nigga, break your bigger brother out”
I got a message for the warden
I’m comin for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden
We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y’all
A crazy motherfucker makin death calls
Just bring me my brother and we leavin
For every minute you stall, one of y’all bleedin..
They brought my brother in a jiffy
I took a cop, just in case things got tricky
And just as we was walkin out (BANG!)
I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth
My brother caught a bullet too
I think he gon’ pull through, he deserve to
The fast life ain’t everything they told ya
Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja

[Chorus]

[Chorus: softly in background 0.5X]

[‘Pac speaking over background] Straight soulja, 1993, and forward..


Samples :

“Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bill Withers
“No Name Bar” by Isaac Hayes
“Sneakin’ in the Back” by Tom Scott and the L.A. Express
“Synthetic Substitution” by Melvin Bliss
“Let the Bass Go” by The D.O.C.

02. 2Pac – Trapped – 2Pacalypse Now

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02. Trapped


Backing Vocals – Shock G
Producer – The Underground Railroad
Vocals – Dank, Playa-Playa, Wiz


Lyric :

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin’ thinking about what tha streets do
to me
Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
All we know is violence, do tha job in silence
Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn
Niggas commin’ out worse offthan when they went in
Over tha years I done alot of growin’ up
Getten drunk thrown’ up
Cuffed up
Then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out
To money and fame, I changed my name
And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
And when I gettem
I’ll hittem with tha bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if your smart you’ll really let me go ‘G’
But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi
They got me trapped….

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)

They got me trapped
Can barely walk tha city streets
Without a cop harrassing me, searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against tha wall
Didn’t do a thing at all
I’m tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete
Coppers try to kill me
But they didn’t know this was tha wrong street
Bang bang, down another casualty
But it’s a cop who’s shot there’s brutality
Who do you blame?
It’s a shame because tha mans slain
He got caught in tha chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me
Sweated me, hunted me
Trapped in my own community
One day i’m gonna bust
Blow up on this society
Why did ya lie to me ?
I couldn’t find a trace of equality
Work me like a slave while they laid back
Homie don’t play that
It’s time I lett’em suffer tha payback
I’m tryin to avoid physical contact
I can’t hold back, it’s time to attack jack
They got me trapped

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)

Now i’m trapped and want to find a getaway
All I need is a ‘G’ and somewhere safe to stay
Can’t use tha phone
Cause i’m sure someone is tappin in
Did it before
Ain’t scared to use my gat again
I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant
But now he’s tha devils friend
Too late to be tellin’ him
He shot first and i’ll be damned if I run away
Homie is done away I should of put my gun away
I wasn’t thinkin’ all I heard was tha ridicule
Girlies was laughin’, Tup sayin “Damn homies is dissin you”
I fired my weapon
Started steppin’ in tha hurricane
I got shot so I dropped
Feelin’ a burst of pain
Got to my feet
Couldn’t see nothin’ but bloody blood
Now i’m a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
Ran through an alley
Still lookin’ for my getaway
Coppers said Freeze, or you’ll be dead today
Trapped in a corner
Dark and I couldn’t see tha light
Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life
What do I do ?
Live my life in a prison cell
I’d rather die than be trapped in a living hell
They got me trapped

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped


Writing  Credits :

T. Shakur, R. Tyson, R. Gooden)


Samples : 

”Holy Ghost” by Barkays
“The Spank” by James Brown
“Her Silent Smile” by Tom Browne

01. 2Pac – Young Black Male – 2Pacalypse Now

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Young Black Male


Producer :

Big D The Impossible


Writing Credits:

 (T. Shakur, D. Evans, George Clinton Jr., Sylvester Allen, Harold Brown, Morris Dickerson, Lonnie Jordan, Charles Miller, Lee Oskar, Howard Scott)


Lyric :

[Intro w/ minor variations]

Hard like an erection
Young black male
Ain’t shit to fool with

Yes niggas… yes niggas… yes niggas…

Go nigga, go!

[Verse: 2Pac] Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I’m packing a gat cause guys wanna jack
And fuck going to jail
Cause I ain’t a crook, despite how I look
I don’t sell yayo
They judging a brother like covers on books
Follow me into a flow
I’m sure you know, which way to go
I’m hitting ’em out of the doors
So slip on the slope, let’s skip on the flow
I’m fucking the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
The gimminy jimminy grows
Then whaddaya know, it’s off with some clothes
Rowd when the crowd says ho
That let’s me know, they know I can flow
Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go with skins before
When I’m collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check
Now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real niggas bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales… of young black males

[Outro] Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A, niggas
Ay nigga, you can’t handle that shit!
Pass that man!
Hit that shit, that’s the shit!
It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma
We ain’t nuttin’ but some low down dirty niggas
Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga!
You ain’t giving me near a dime on this real motherfucker
Fuck St. Ides, it’s an Old E thing baby
Strictly some of that Hennessy
Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?
Fuck you capo. You ain’t in baby
I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking
All that shit, when I come back, OK?
We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back

Young black male!


Samples :

-“Good Old Music” by Funkadelic
-“Where Was You At” by War
-“The Product” by Ice Cube
“Dead Homiez” by Ice Cube
“I Got to Have It” by Ed O.G. & Da Bulldogs

2Pac – 2Pacalypse Now [Official Album], November 12, 1991

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Tracklist & Producers :

Click for Lyrics & Samples

1. “Young Black Male” – Big D The Impossible (D Evans) – 2:35
2. “Trapped” (featuring Shock G) – The Underground Railroad – 4:44
3. “Soulja’s Story” – Big D The Impossible 5:05
4. “I Don’t Give a Fuck” (featuring Pogo) – Pee-Wee (R Gooden) – 4:20
5. “Violent” – Raw Fusion (R Brooks & D Elliot) – 6:25
6. “Words of Wisdom” – Shock G (G Jacobs) – 4:54
7. “Something Wicked” – (featuring Pee-Wee) Jeremy – 2:28
8. “Crooked Ass Nigga” – (featuring Stretch) Stretch (R Walker) – 4:17
9. “If My Homie Calls” – Big D The Impossible – 4:18
10. “Brenda’s Got a Baby” (featuring Dave Hollister) – The Underground Railroad 3:55
11. “Tha’ Lunatic” – (featuring Stretch) Shock G 3:29
12. “Rebel of the Underground” – (featuring Ray Luv & Shock G) Shock G – 3:17
13. “Part Time Mutha” – (featuring Angelique & Poppi) – Big D The Impossible 5:13


Released : November 12, 1991 on Interscope Records

Rereleased in 1998 on Amaru/Jive

Highest Chart Position : #4 R&B, #64 Pop

Certified : Gold – April 19, 1995

Length : 52:02

Recorded : 2Pacalypse Now was recorded in Richmond, California from March to August 1991. Producers : Atron Gregory (exec.), Big D the Impossible, Jeremy, Live Squad, Raw Fusion, Shock G, Underground Railroad


Singles :  “Trapped” – Released: September 25, 1991
Brenda’s Got a Baby” – Released: December 20, 1991
If My Homie Calls” – Released: February 25, 1992


Unused tracks :
Crooked Nigga Too” (Original featuring Stretch) (Remixed On Loyal To The Game)
“Tears Of A Clown” (Unreleased)
“Scared Straight ’91” (Original featuring Ray Luv) (Remixed On Pac’s Life)
“Resist The Temptation” (Remixed On Best of 2Pac)
Dopefiend’s Diner” (Remixed On Best of 2Pac)
“Crooked Cop Killer” (Produced By Stretch) (featuring Ice-T) (Unreleased)
“Fever In The Funkhouse” (Unreleased)
“Revenge Of Tha’ Lunatic” (featuring Money B)(Unreleased) (Original Version & Remix)
Funky Freestyles” (featuring Money B, Del the Funky Homosapien & Deb-E) (Unreleased)
“Hymn of The 90’s N.I.G.G.A.” (Original featuring Mouse Man & The Wycked) (Remixed On Loyal To The Game) (Partially)
“Backstabbaz” (Unreleased)
“What U Won’t Do 4 Love” (featuring Schoovy Schmoov) (Early 1991 Version of “Do For Love”)
“Use Me” (Unreleased)
“This Is The Brain On a 40 Ounce” (featuring Treach) (Unreleased)
“2FLY4ME” (Unreleased)
“Trapped” (Remix) (Unreleased)
“You Don’t Wanna Battle” (featuring Ryan G.) (Unreleased)
“It Ain’t Necessarily So” (featuring Shock G) (Unreleased)
Break ‘Em Off” (featuring Money B, Debby & WC) (Unreleased)
“Fade Away” (feat. Sean, Julian) (Unleaked Yet) / Producer: Big D The Impossible (Deon Evans)


Review : 2Pacalypse Now, the great debut release, is probably 2Pac’s most raw political album. He addresses social issues such as police brutality, poverty, teenage pregnancy, and drug abuse with the anger of a young black male.

It is hailed by many critics and fans for its underground feel, with many rappers such as Nas and Talib Kweli having pointed to it as a source for inspiration from the album. Although the album was originally released on Interscope, Amaru Entertainment, the label owned by the mother of Tupac Shakur, has since gained the rights to it. The album’s name is a played-on title of the 1979 film Apocalypse Now, which is about the Vietnam War.

This album was strongly criticised by politics and the media. Vice president Dan Quayle believed ” that this album has no place in our society”. It didn’t help this album’s image when it was found in the tape player of a young black male who shot and killed the police officer who pulled him over. The male was at the time listening to Souljah’s Story; one of the songs where 2Pac raps in detail about killing cops.

This album showcases all of the elements of 2Pac’s nature that he later focused on at various stages in his life and career. ‘Brenda’s Got A Baby‘ and ‘Violent‘ highlight 2 extremes of his complex character: Sadness in circumstances and raw vengeful anger driven by a need to survive.

This album was produced along with his friends from Digital Underground.

The record never achieved the same success as many of Shakur’s later albums owing in part to rough construction and sometimes repetitive beats, but it was important in showcasing Shakur’s political conviction and lyrical talent. It featured three singles, “Brenda’s Got a Baby“, “Trapped“, and “If My Homie Calls“.

2Pacalypse Now can be found in the Vinyl Countdown ad in the instruction manual for Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas along with the track “I Don’t Give a Fuck” which appeared on the in-game radio station, Radio Los Santos.


2Pacalypse Now (Vote for song)

Young Black Male”: “Only a Young Black Male can tell you how a Young Black Male lives. How you get sweated by the cops all the time. How your homies are rushed. This rap’s so straight from the heart that I did it in one take, one burst.”

“This rap’s so straight from the heart that I did it in one take, one burst.”

Trapped”: “We’re trapped in our own ghettos and some people are braggin’ about it! White people can go anywhere except the ghetto and we can’t go anyplace but the ghetto. Who do you think has the best of that deal? It doesn’t make any difference if your hair is permed or braided or in dreads, if you’re in the ghetto then you’re trapped.”

Brenda’s Got A Baby”: “A true story. A family in New York died when they left the gas on because they were so cold — except for a 12-year-old girl. She then went to stay with a cousin who molested her and got her pregnant. She had the baby on the bathroom floor before she went to school! Then she threw it in the incinerator. Fortunately, someone saved the child. But reading that story, the pain really shook me.”

Violent”: “My enemy is the police. They’re like the cop in Terminator 2 — globs that can take any shape. They call themselves Officer Friendly but they’re out on the street kicking motherfuckin’ asses. The song just vents my frustrations.”

If My Homie Calls”: “I’ll always stay true to my homies. The show can wait, the movie can wait. Because your homies are the ones who stay true.”

I Don’t Give A Fuck”: “Digital Underground got jacked by the San Francisco Police Dept., they put guns to our heads. Right after getting nominated for a Grammy: ‘Shut up or we’ll blow you away!’ Two hours later, I’m in a studio session and this is what came out. I’m talking some true shit here.”

Something Wicked”: “In case anybody thinks we always need samples, I wanted to show how we’d make it with no samples at all. We got a beat and just rocked it.”

Rebel Of The Underground”: “I’m a rebel. I’m always the one talking the loudest and getting arrested or thrown out of someplace.”

“I’m a rebel. I’m always the one talking the loudest and getting arrested or thrown out of someplace.”

The Lunatic”: “That’s my nickname in the underground, big ‘U’ and little ‘u.’ Everybody’s got a character and a nickname. I guess I got this one because mine is a personality that can flip at any second.”

Part-Time Mutha”: “This is the flip side of records glorifying dope dealin’ and free sex. This one’s about a friend who freaks for a 10-piece and how his son is so ashamed of him he becomes a stone cold killer. And a mother who’s so blinded by love of this dealer she’s not listening when her daughter tells her she’s been raped. And how a one-time stand leaves a man with baby and how it changes his life. He too is a part-time mutha.”

Soldier Story”: “Dope dealers are known as soldiers ’cause they’re tuned into war. In this story, a little brother idolizes his big brother dope dealer. So when the big brother goes to the penitentiary, the little brother tries to break him out — and dies. He didn’t know it’s a fast life — he didn’t know it’s not like they tell you.”

“He didn’t know it’s a fast life — he didn’t know it’s not like they tell you.”

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