( VERSE 1: MC Eiht ) Modern society, get hip quick Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick Suckers like jockin for a large extent Philosophy excused when it's time to get bent Eiht, considered to be major and substandtial Put the damn mic down, boy, you can't handle The pressure, or the assumption that I am great Black psychologist known as Eiht Let me suggest that the black race made up rap And this black brother's here to clock them snaps Let me propose that I can be nothing nonetheless Yes, C.M.W. - funky fresh My main attempt on this final approach Is to get you to attend, but you can't, you whimp My wisdom, as you can tell, speaks for itself Try to compete, then I destroy your mental health Cause it's a Compton thang