"Agent Orange" by Pharoahe Monch Pissed on the muth******n White House lawn I threw a rock, then I ran Cause I couldn't stand anymore within the grips of "the man" Y'all wanna ask me who's sane These biological gasses are eating my brain Its a political grab bag to rape mother earth Thirty seconds after they bagged dad for what he's worth Thousands will die now so millions will smile later This ain't the Rockford Files, ni**a They stockpile data from satellites Where you discuss who's style is greater In this killing pool you playing it cool like Kyle Jada When ya'll ready to rock like Led Zep and Al Qaeda With weapons of mass destruction an hour later What's your identity today? You on some John F. Kennedy or Timothy McVeigh? This Henessy done left me with a remedy to spray For my identity your life is the penalty to pay It's not a Vietnam song I know women from Desert Storm who came back deformed Missing limbs and disease and they legs is numb From chemicals twice as strong as agent orange It's messages in the bass drum War going off in your mind no man is safe from It's not a Game Boy, XBox or PlayStation Its Resident Evil when every President's a Mason Robbin y'all fools like Dick Grayson Of y'all inherited roots and don't know how to retrace them Place them back, face them facts Disgraceful, faceless, tasteless acts Pharoahe takes the authorities to court Peep crime before it happens like Minority Report And I will never be mentally defenseless Catch be on the block, in the hood, in the trenches