You got to speak the language the people Are speakin' Specially when you see the havoc it's wreakin' Even the rap game started out critiquin' Now it's all about killing and freakin' All you '60s radicals and world beaters Righteous revolutionaries and Camus readers Liberal students and equal rights pleaders What's goin' on now that y'all are the leaders Where y'all at? (That's what I'm talkin' about) Where y'all at? (Where y'all at?) Where y'all at? Where y'all at? (Lord have mercy) Don't turn up your nose It's us that's stinkin' And it all can't be blamed on the party Of Lincoln The left and the right got the country sinkin' Knocked the scales from Justice hand and Set her eyes a-blinkin' All you patriots, compatriots, and true Blue believers Brilliant thinkers and overachievers All you "when I was young We were so naïve'ers Y'all started like Eldridge and now You're like Beaver Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? We supposed to symbolize freedom and pride But we got scared after King and the Kennedys died We take corruption and graft in stride Sittin' around like owls talkin' 'bout "WHO? Who lied?" All you po' folks victims of rich folks game All you rich folks gettin' ripped off in the Same name All you gossips cacklin' "It's a dirty shame" And whistle blowers cryin' 'bout who's to blame Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Well, it ain't about black and it ain't about The white They'll get together to make your pocket light. When you just keep on payin' do your jaws Get tight? Taxes, that's your real inalienable right All you afro-wearers and barbershop experts Cultists, sectarians, political disconcerts Big baggy pants wearers with the long White T-shirts The good man that counter what the Bad man asserts Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? After 9/11 the whole world Was ready to love us Now everybody can't wait to rub us We runnin' all over the world with a blunderbuss And the Constitution all but forgot in the fuss All you feminists and mothers, fathers And brothers I guess you'd pimp your daughters if you Had your druthers All you "It's not me" it's always others You watch the crimes, you close your shutters Folks watchin' Fox and CNN News Seekin' a cure for the Red, White, and Blues Well, it won't matter which side you choose If we end up payin' international dues All you "In my day it used to be" frauds All you "So what"s and "Leave it to the Lawd"s All you "I'll just deal with whatever cards" All you extend adolescent American Bards Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?