[Intro: Newsreader]
"Not since the Watts riot of 1965... has the city seemed so out of control.
Los Angeles... is still on edge!

[15 seconds guitar solo by Tom Morello]

[Verse 1:]
[B-Real:]
Living in the big city. - The American dream
Is far roaming in the streets of greed!
Everywhere I turn - I'm on a mission for more
But I ain't selling my soul with the dope, there's no girl!
I'm on a one way box to the top!
Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block.
I'm in the fastlane and I won't stop! - You ain't nothing but talk!
You couldn't hang on the rope by ball!
[Sen Dog:]
This life that I live - it ain't for the weak (IT AIN'T FOR THE WEAK!)
Got my roddy gangster that came off the street. (CAME OFF THE STREET!)
I'm tryna keep the peace (KEEP THE PEACE!) but I gotta keep my pace (KEEP MY PACE!)
Got these drunk police, want me all rappy. (WANT ME ALL RAPPY!)
And I'm searching for the higher ground (HIGHER GROUND!)
I want my head in the sky, so high that I can't come down! (SO HIGH THAT I CAN'T COME DOWN!)
Leave your lies in every town - across the nation (ACROSS THE NATION!)
CAUSE YOU CAN NEVER STOP TO PLAY!

[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
Gotta rise up - to the top! (TO THE TOP!)
Can't stop! (HOW HIGH CAN YOU GET?)
Gotta rise up - to the top! (TO THE TOP)
Can't stop! (HOW HIGH CAN YOU GET?)

Cause what goes up - must come down!
So we gotta rise up to the higher ground!
Rise up! (RISE UP!) - Rise up! (RISE UP!)
Rise up! (RISE UP!) - How high can you get?

[Verse 2:]
[B-Real:]
Cruising in the drop Chevy
Got my foot on the floor, I'm hitting switches and my brim is heavy.
You wanna look inside and see who's crossin' the brine
Curiosity is killing you with stick in the prime!
I get high from the brim in the set
Never gripping the square, but all you haters could'nthold my dick!
Don't need a clip for my .9, it's straight
You should leave it alone - and check your toe cause my line'll spit!
[Sen Dog:]
This right here's as high as it gets (B-Real: Oh, shit!)
Somebody likes the split!
The hell - gotta real, cause we stepped on the sex
But guess who will show you, you gotta pass the check! (YOU GOTTA PASS THE CHECK!)
Got my Glock on deck! - And my custom vest
Streets - you came; fuck with me, I'm the best!
And you can keep the dress - cause I'm smoke at the less (CAUSE I'm SMOKE AT THE LESS!)
Then the Kush step back, I'm tired of gettin' pushed!

[Chorus]

[20 seconds guitar solo by Tom Morello]

[Verse 3:]
[Sen Dog:]
I go psycho! (PSYCHO!) - Crazy Michael Myers! (MYERS!)
Except the stages on fire going higher! (HIGHER!)
Cause when I lean on a flyer (WHEN I LEAN ON A FLYER!)
There's so much more to make the whole city rises. (MAKE THE WHOLE CITY RISES!)
This defines a - man to get the whole world lifted. (WHOLE WORLD LIFTED!)
Wall man trying to make a land with a mission (WITH A MISSION!)
There's no way you can stand in this position
You can't take the heat get the fuck about the tension! (GET THE FUCK ABOUT THE TENSION!)
[B-Real:]
Go with the will to hustle,
You see if we hit the road - you'll never stop it you ain't got the muscle!
We're going to world top! - Homeboy, this is the show
We gotta blow up the stage be out the door.
Sometimes we all nedd an escape - so when we form our track
We'll get your mind while we get the stat!
I made a pack with a crew on the hill. - We continue to build
With all the people; who believe their bill!

[Chorus]

[beat stops]