[Intro]
And I shall be making a full statement...of the events that have led up to the present anxious and critical situation

[Verse One: Huggy Bear]
You live in New York you gotta get two jobs
For self support, you gotta seed you need three
I'm fucking up the money in gross abundancies
Bootleg CDs, we printed currencies
Stolen cable, eating off ping pong tables
Records get pressed up by bullies with dukey cables
Pancakes with no syrup
Just a maple leaf
You can be whatever you want, I just make believe
Prisons got signs up reading "No vacancy"
While those locked up is still earning for the industry
They say a change gonna come, but to what degree?
Every day my favorite pair of jeans and my lucky fleece
If BDP couldn't Stop The Violence, what makes them think the U.N. can?
Peace keeper where the gun is fraudulent like spring valley weed
Wasting the doe
Thought that you was high but you was smoking a placebo
Purposely missing free throws
Shaving points, wearing double zero
Yo, I'm fucking up the money
I'm fucking up the money
Read books, while all they teach you to do is study
The DNA discovery foreseen by Aldous Huxley
Cloned turkeys, wrapped up, preserved in your lunch meat
I can rock over beats that sound like leeches being stomped by fetus
Swings sets that's rusty
Internet threats are now off screen
And it must be the 80's, I'm still doing shows for free

[Interlude: J-Zone as dickhead promoter]
Ayo, I'm saying you rocked it tonight, but ahh...I'm not gonna be able to afford to pay ya. Huh. Sorry

[Hook: Huggy Bear]
I'm fucking up the money
I'm fucking up the money
(Yo Hug you screwing up)
Yo I'm fucking up the money
I'm fucking up the money
(Ha, fucking up big time)

[Verse Two: Huggy Bear]
[?] cosign what I sign
High on company time, giving my rhymes away
Blowing up U.P.S.'s spot
Nothing but jewelry, hit the barbershop, sell what I got
Cash in my hand than
Bopped up your blocks so hard, thought I was dancing
She wants her hair done
My girl did it with a flare gun
It's the last stoge, let's share one
Fell off like cats that went to play ball overseas
And came home with a pair of bad knees
To me, God walks the Earth as MC's
Cause He likes the way we speak
Surrounded by bitches angrier than Kelis
Eating grilled cheese, looking to the east
How they gonna take a bite outta crime
When they ain't even ready to teeth?
It's America's mess
Blacks and whites together?
Only on a ref's chest

[Interlude]
"For us...this is an emergency. As serious as war itself."