Repeating tonight’s top news stories
Eight people has been hospitalized
As a result of rioting and violence
Stemming from last night’s
Hip-hop concert-fest eighty-eight
The incident marks
The third consecutive
Hip-hop concert hall show
Ending violently
Police are now toying with threats
Of cancelling next weekend’s
Rap Attack concert
Due to threats of continuing violence
Alright everybody
Listen real clear
Because the power is here
That’s right
Eight-eight point one
In full effect
Ron Nelson raps
To all the Hip-hop nations
Of the world
And I’m sending this one out
To the late, great
Scott La Rock
Whose spirit will never die
Yo, Ron
Let’s go down to concert hall
And pick up some freaks
You know it
This one also goes out
To all the posses
In the metro-Toronto area
Region Park
Flemingdon Park
Are you listening
Jungle Posse hold tight
I’m talking to you
Jane and Finch
Sparroway,
Scarborough posse
Read the time
And listen to my words
Listen all u dissin’
I got something to say
There’s a better way
And it goes this way
Terminate all violence
In the world of Hip-hop
Keep it up suckers
And the whole damn scene will stop
Shut down
The parties are over
You can’t bring ‘em back
With a five-leaf clover
No more
Hip-hop in this town
The weekend comes around
And you wanna hear my sound
But there’s nowhere to go,
Excitement is low
A Hip-hop show in Buffalo
Is too far
When you got no car
You can’t see the star
Cause of this damn war
In local news, it’s official
Police have in-fact
Forced the cancellation
Of next week’s
Rap Attack concert
Due to fears
Of repeated violence
You think of past times
When T.O. was shockin’
Ron Nelson on the wheels
Had the crowd rockin’
Michie Mee
Ken E. Crush
Run-DMC
MC Rumble
Jam-On-Strong
And Public Enemy
LL rocked the bells
He was harder than hell
T.O. was kickin’
Everybody could tell
The city was live
Respected on the map
Until one day
When your posse attacked
Violence started
There was corruption
The end result
B-Boy Destruction
Party after party
Jam after jam
The weak would hang
Surrounded by the gang
Violent times
And corrupted minds
In my pledge for peace
I have written these lines
I must emphasize
That there are no lies
If you close your eyes
Somebody may die
This is a warning
Don’t ignore
Though I told you before
I’ll repeat it once more
Open your mind, man
So you aren’t blind
Now is the time
To listen to my rhyme
With words that are written
For you to learn
Respect I’ve earned
Now it’s your turn
B-boys getting blown away
It’s a moral disgrace
I’m talking to you
Brothers and sisters
There’s got to be a better way
Peace
I’m talking to you
Listen up
Picture this scene
Use your imagination
Believe me when I say
There’s no exaggeration
Think real hard
And you’ll find it true
That I was there
And so were you
Saturday night
A thousand people in the place
The party was kicking’
With pounding bass
The people said ho
Cause I said so
You are my fan
Standing in the front row
Eric B. on the cut
Rockin’ with power
Rakim broke the mic
Then the party went sour
Posses clashing
Rope chains snatching
B-boys battling
Danger unraveling
All of this fighting
Leading to rioting
Sucker home boys
On the floor perpetrating
The party’s getting rough
Fists are cuffed
Yes security’s tough
But they’re still not enough
The music’s stopped
And they’ve called the cops
And a show which was rockin’
Has now stopped
Instead of ignoring
You are roaring
Bum-rush
They kicked the back door in
B-boys burst in
Tempers flaring
The innocent cursing
Vengeful hurting
War erupting
Enemies brawl
Heads bang against the wall
At the concert hall
Faces getting smashed
And bottles getting broken
Listen to my words
Because wisdom has spoken
When you’re lacking logic
Circumstances can be tragic
There will be no magic
When the gun is the gadget
Or knives or sticks
Or bottles or stones
They’ll break your bones
So leave them alone
Just come in peace
Or leave in pieces
War spells death
They’re worse than diseases
You know who you are
And yes, I’m blaming ya
You want hysteria
See Wrestle-mania
B-Boys getting blown away
It’s a moral disgrace
I’m talking to you
Brothers and sisters
There’s got to be a better way
Peace
I’m talking to you
Listen up
The jam, it’s yours
Don’t come here to kill
All the posses in effect
Hold tight, ya’ll chill
Just let the party rock
And the people have fun
Forget about the violence
Knives and guns
You must be mad
Or mentally minded
You have been blinded
Don’t get excited
By this fighting
Battling, ruling
Better yourself, boy
Just go to school’n
Learn about Apartheid
And South Africa
Regan, Gorbachov
Nelson Mandela
Over-population
Exploitation
Deprived nation
In starvation
No eduction
Just devastion
Human rights
In condemnation
World destruction
The system of corruption
World War Three
Nuclear combustion
Socialism, communism
Klu Klux Klan
Martin Luther King
Iraq and Iran
Man, do you understand
Why a person is a sexist
A racist, a rapist
I am just your lyricist
Resist and you will miss
A message that’s so clear
So clean out your ear
Put an end to the fear
Educate yourself boy
Learn the ways of the wise
If you look at all the signs
You can read between the lines
Open your eyes, man
And don’t chastise
All the people want peace
Not violent cries
Hip-hop, it’s vital
Please don’t ruin it
Your excitement
Is why I keep doing it
Terminate it
It’s just not fair
Put your hands in the air
To end warfare
I’m a Black man
Yes, I’m Jamaican
Speaking to this nation
With an expectation
End frustration
In Hip-hop nation
And peace to all the posse’s
Of my generation
B-Boys getting blown away
It’s a moral disgrace
I’m talking to you
Brothers and sisters
There’s got to be a better way
Peace
I’m talking to you
Listen up
B-Boys getting blown away
It’s a moral disgrace
I’m talking to you
Brothers and sisters
There’s got to be a better way
Peace
I’m talking to you
Listen up
B-Boys getting blown away
It’s a moral disgrace
I’m talking to you
Brothers and sisters
There’s got to be a better way
Peace
I’m talking to you
Listen up
B-Boys getting blown away
It’s a moral disgrace
I’m talking to you
Brothers and sisters
There’s got to be a better way
Peace
I’m talking to you
Listen up
B-Boys getting blown away
It’s a moral disgrace
I’m talking to you
Brothers and sisters
There’s got to be a better way
Peace
I’m talking to you
Listen up