I am the stone that builder refused,
I am the visual; the inspiration
that made Lady sing the blues
The spark that makes your idea bright,
the same spark that lights the dark
so that you can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in ya gun,
the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son,
the story that just begun,
the promise of what's to come,
and I'mma remain a soldier 'till the war is won
The streets, they see ya drawls
Sing of a hunger, pain
Want to call out 'cha flaws
The thing you don't wanna claim
Pride and joy, ya baby boy
Your inner child's toy
Your saving grace, the winner of the race, the b-boy
A new age scholar, with millennium mindstate
Master of education, doctor or candidate
No, that ain't analogy of me through rap
That's a true that, and for real, a brother really judo flip—
Chop chop chop, judo flip,
they say chop chop chop, judo —
But once you hear the capital A, rap it or stay
With you for a while, and it won't go away
Hey, hey—
Chop chop chop, judo flip,
they say chop chop chop, judo flip
But once you hear the capital A, rap it or stay
With you for a while...
This is the tale of two cities:
From to the hood to the woods
Away from the nitty-gritty
to the "Nah, we all good," no more,
corner-to-corner liquor store with check, cash, and now it's,
wall to wall shoppin' mall to spend cash, in
Lush greenery, beautiful scenery,
Acquired environment, no sirens or machinery,
And seems to be, so peaceful and unthreatenin'
But there goes the neighborhood, as soon as we get get settled in
I guess it's true, the way the sayin' goes:
"You can change a wardrobe,
but not the man under the clothes,"
And you can, walk a mile in these inner-city shoes
But you still won't understand my inner-city blues
I give thanks, for the things that mean the most to me
My family, and all my other people that are close to me
From the curb to the burbs,
the gutter to the butter
I'mma tell you how it is, and tell you how we Judo Flip—
Chop chop chop, judo flip,
they say chop chop chop, judo —
But once you hear the capital A, rap it or stay
With you for a while, and it won't go away
Hey, hey, hey—
Chop chop chop, judo flip,
they say chop chop chop, judo flip
But once you hear the capital A, rap it or stay
With you for a while and it won't go away
Hey, hey...
I am the visual; the inspiration
that made Lady sing the blues
The spark that makes your idea bright,
the same spark that lights the dark
so that you can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in ya gun,
the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son,
the story that just begun,
the promise of what's to come,
and I'mma remain a soldier 'till the war is won
The streets, they see ya drawls
Sing of a hunger, pain
Want to call out 'cha flaws
The thing you don't wanna claim
Pride and joy, ya baby boy
Your inner child's toy
Your saving grace, the winner of the race, the b-boy
A new age scholar, with millennium mindstate
Master of education, doctor or candidate
No, that ain't analogy of me through rap
That's a true that, and for real, a brother really judo flip—
Chop chop chop, judo flip,
they say chop chop chop, judo —
But once you hear the capital A, rap it or stay
With you for a while, and it won't go away
Hey, hey—
Chop chop chop, judo flip,
they say chop chop chop, judo flip
But once you hear the capital A, rap it or stay
With you for a while...
This is the tale of two cities:
From to the hood to the woods
Away from the nitty-gritty
to the "Nah, we all good," no more,
corner-to-corner liquor store with check, cash, and now it's,
wall to wall shoppin' mall to spend cash, in
Lush greenery, beautiful scenery,
Acquired environment, no sirens or machinery,
And seems to be, so peaceful and unthreatenin'
But there goes the neighborhood, as soon as we get get settled in
I guess it's true, the way the sayin' goes:
"You can change a wardrobe,
but not the man under the clothes,"
And you can, walk a mile in these inner-city shoes
But you still won't understand my inner-city blues
I give thanks, for the things that mean the most to me
My family, and all my other people that are close to me
From the curb to the burbs,
the gutter to the butter
I'mma tell you how it is, and tell you how we Judo Flip—
Chop chop chop, judo flip,
they say chop chop chop, judo —
But once you hear the capital A, rap it or stay
With you for a while, and it won't go away
Hey, hey, hey—
Chop chop chop, judo flip,
they say chop chop chop, judo flip
But once you hear the capital A, rap it or stay
With you for a while and it won't go away
Hey, hey...
— Asheru, The Boondocks Theme Song (Full)
