Yo! This is the story all about how, my name got flip, turned up side down
So please take a moment and sit right there
And read my manifesto of how the corrupt better beware
In South LA, patrollin e'rry day
Losing faith in the system as I went along my way
Bulkin up, repping, beatin any cracker to say a racial slurr
Silently preparing for when the Sleeping Giant will hafta turn LA into the next Darfur
Then this bitch Teresa, up to no good
Started making trouble up in the hood
3 little kicks and my mind was made
I was gettin real fed up with LAPD's escapades
I blew the whistle and disappeared
With a promise that left every cop filled with fear
At first, I thought cop killing is something I would never dared
But then, I said "Naw forget it, the Sleeping Giant is flared!"
The LAPD lit up some chink's truck with several magazines, about 7 or 8
And I whispered to the city, "Yo homes, Ill be your martyr."
I looked at my battleground, I was finally there
With a mission to get my name repaired.