Year Of Tha Boomerang

The sistas are in so check the front line It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block I'm swimming in half thrusts and it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy form the sick Ya weigh me on a scale I'm smellin' burnt skin It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within 'Cause I'm cell locked in the doctrines of the right Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hells gates So I grip the Conan like fanon and pass the shells to my classmates 'Cause the bosses right to live is mine to die So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai Wit the five centuries of penitentiary so let The guilty hang in the year of the boomerang I got no prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it So let the guilty hang in the year of the boomerang And now it's upon you