text: Agh, agh
  Agh, agh
  Agh, agh
  Agh, agh
  What ya gonna do when they come for you?
  A gang of hatin pigs
  What have they ever really done for you?
  Ain’t never done shit
  Stash what you got cause theyre comin through
  Best get rid of that quick
  Cause when they get here you know what theyre gonna do
  All they ever do is trip
  Minding my own business 
  Minding my own business 
  Minding my own business 
  Minding my own business
  Try to hem me up like for life
  Stuck in the klink, haters in blue
  How they set me up? Should I test my luck?
  Here they come, theyre in pursuit 
  What did I do? What havent I done?
  You want to see my I.D.? Um
  Well, okay, where Im coming from? Just on my way, not on the run
  What you want me to say? Are you just bout done?
  Power trippin, asshole lickin haters
  Notice how they strut through the spot
  Like anybody wants to see a cop
  Man, everybody knows they suck
  I got to be somewhere, man, fuck
  Why the hell you always stoppin me
  Round the clockin me, like what?
  What ya gonna do when they come for you?
  A gang of hatin pigs
  What have they ever really done for you?
  Ain’t never done shit
  Stash what you got cause theyre comin through
  Best get rid of that quick
  Cause when they get here you know what theyre gonna do
  All they ever do is trip
  Six feet deep below the street
  So they cant never say shit again
  Fuck the man with a thick broomstick
  And put a black flag on the end 
  Got to watch my back or just like that
  I’m bound to get locked up
  The laws watching me constantly
  Too close and way too much
  Looking over my shoulder
  And checking in the rear view mirror
  Cause Im never not but a moment
  From getting taken to jail
  Theyre knocking at my door, down my door
  Theyre shining lights in my eyes
  Exactly what do they stand for?
  Ever asking more of I, man, why? 
  Like it matters why I chose to ignore
  All the laws Ive been told to abide
  Rise above! Were gonna rise above!
  Think I’m on parole, thinking I just stole
  Some shit, you got an A.P.B out on-
  But no, youre wrong as usual
  Hell no, it wasnt me
  Have the nerve to ask me if Im drunk
  When I’m pissing in the middle of the street
  Looking over my shoulder
  Looking over my shoulder
  Looking over my shoulder
  Looking over my- 
  By the way, why they always acting?
  Like they know how to size me up?
  Ignorant bastards coming after me
  All the time on mine, had enough
  Why they always wanna hassle me?
  Pigs all up on my nuts 
  Like they have to be, like I cant see em
  Tryin to play shade tree in the cuts
  By robbing me of my dignity
  So in the end, I never say much
  But ain’t a time pass I don’t wish I could flash
  On Penelope like fuck
  Rise above! Were gonna rise above!
  Rise above! Were gonna rise above!
  Shot this for everyone whos been there
  For my real ones who understand
  What it feels like to have your rights read to you
  By the-
  In the land of the funk
  Raised up through the hip hop and the punk
  You can see it from, near south sac man
  Youre gon feel my mental when I-
  Near south sac man