[Verse One: Ice Cube]
    Peace - don't make me laugh!
  All I hear is motherfuckers rappin sucotash
  Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang
  I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
  How the fuck do you figure?
  that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?!
  Every cop killer goes ignored
  They just send another nigga to the morgue
  A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
  They rather catch us with guns and white powder
  If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
  Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
  They kill ten of me to get the job correct
  To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
  Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
  And 'Fuck tha Police' in the tape deck
  You should listen to me cuz there's more to see
  Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
  The other color don't know you can run but not hide
  These are tales from the darkside...
    [Verse Two:]
    You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh
  Cuz we ain't got it too good in America
  I can't fuck with them overseas
  My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
  It was plain and simple
  The 9mm went to the temple
   was the sound I put the bitch down
  And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
  Looked in the trash can yo it had room
  So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
  Covered with trash I had to lay back
  Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
  Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
  I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
  It's gettin critical - I stole a 5.0
  I let it go - drive real slow
  I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucka'
  The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered motherfuckers
  I told you last album
  when I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
  Its a shame, that niggas die young
  But to the light side it don't matter none
  It'll be a drive by homicide
  But to me its just another tale from the darkside...
    [Verse Three: Chuck D]
    Standing in the middle of war
  In the middle we flex
  When we die, we won't make +Jet+
  +Ebony+ can't see to the lightside
  The term they apply to us is a nigga
  Call it what you want, cause I'm comin from the coroner
  Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D.
  Who's black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
  Watch his head go rollin
  Who the fuck are they foolin?
  Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
  Matches the color of the one on my face
  as they wonder whats under my waist
  (Standin on the verge) of them gettin brown
  thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
  Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
  Yet Cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!