Hard truth soldier music, hard truth over music
Exposed so the youth can use it
Guerrilla Funk don't confuse it
With off-brand gangsta rap that don't do shit

P-Dog and I'm back with new clique, sharp shooters
4 deep in a 'lark shooters
That might creep in dark and shoot the police
In the heart for Sean Bell and Martin Luther

Cause ever since '90, America
Tried to bling me, but they still can't blind me
18 years behind me, 20 mo left, pro-left
Pro-death, the Bush Killa

Corporate conservative crook killa
Wolfowitz for the chips that he took killa
This industry is full shook niggas
That's why the shame grip breaker returns to left hook niggas

CHORUS
Now when we say Guerrilla Funk, we don't mean monkeys on a vine
We mean this as in New Orleans, Virginia Tech and Columbine

We still rise like gas prices, on fire like
CNN satellite vans if they pass by us
Like Bechtel hush money cash stipends
Lindsay Lohan's nose and vagina

Fuck Imus, then again white folks pointin'
Fingers at the hate that hate made is timeless
Look at Hussein, paid 'em, trained' 'em
Played 'em called 'em al qaeda, then hanged 'em

You said die nigga? But I'm still crackin'
Like six out of 20 nine eleven highjackers
If anybody dead, it's kids in the
Black church bein' mislead by the misled
v B-E-T, tellin' kids get bread
But never tellin' 'em what to do with bread
A project for the bitch scared
Joe Biden runnin' blue but he just might drip red

CHORUS
Now when we say Guerrilla Funk, we don't mean monkeys on a vine
We mean this as in New Orleans, Virginia Tech and Columbine

O.J. Simpson, B.T.K., Beltwat, Peterson, Jon Benet
The San Francisco Panther 8, our government's hate for foreign kind

Representin' for the innocent victims out in Darfur
But it's really not our war
I'm a leave it alone on this track cause that's something I
Had to go and write to a whole 'nother song for

The rap shit got niggas on all fours
T-Kash make many sound like Forrest
Guerrilla Funk, straight vets, place bets them
Pseudo-ass revolutionaries never come towards us

By the way, if you ain't spittin' hard truth
Then you ain't spittin' shit up in our booth
Grande mocha civil rights leaders get a
Blue star mama tryin to walk up in our shoes

Guerrillafunk.com is the website
Log on get cha head right
We got pro red right scared to head to bed at night
Hard Truth won't spare ya life (motherfucka)

CHORUS
Now when we say Guerrilla Funk, we don't mean monkeys on a vine
We mean this as in New Orleans, Virginia Tech and Columbine

O.J. Simpson, B.T.K., Beltwat, Peterson, Jon Benet
The San Francisco Panther 8, our government's hate for foreign kind

Who said freedom was won just by one?
Who said that it was never ever done?
Who said Guerrilla Funk couldn't move?
It wasn't me but maybe it was you... (3x)

We don't talk about, we do it
Got no time to dance it's the movement
Comin' way too strong, let's move it
Cause freedom must be won, or lose it