Hello, what up? Hello?
Yo, I can’t, I can’t hear you
Let me call you right back

I sense someone’s tappin’ into my phones, why do
I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon?
The FBI might be tryin’ to pull my file soon
I might be walkin’ blindfold into a typhoon
I might be seein’ rockets light up the night sky
Right outside of the window of my living room
And if they do, you can say good night
And bye-bye to them iTunes
If I don’t try to record as much before I do
The plan is to have as many in the can as I can
As I stand before you in this booth a walking dead man
Blank stare, dead pan, look on my face
As I gaze into space, as I wait to be scooped up in that van
As I mysteriously disappear into thin air
And they gonna say a sniper just appeared outta nowhere
And I’ll go down in the history as the bloodsuckin’ leech
Who hid behind the freedom of speech
Tried to take the 5th Amendment, use it, twist it and bend it
And ended up dyin’ the villain, not the hero, splendid
Stupendous way to end this
I can feel the tremors tremendous
In remembrance of September 11th
Flashback to September 7th
When 2Pac was murdered in Vegas
He said it, he predicted his own death, let us never forget it
Should we ever live to regret it
Like the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated in broad day
By the crazed lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block
In the library book depository
Where the President would go for a little Friday stroll
Shots fired from the grassy knoll
But they don’t know, or do they?
Who’s they for them to say “touché”?
We’re all vulnerable and it’s spook-ay
This is about as kook-ay as I’ve ever felt now
Count down to nuclear meltdown
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
You can run, you can do what you want to
But you know you ain’t gonna do nothin’
When it’s time, it’s your time, you are the prime target
You have become Public Enemy number one