Album: Muse Sick‐N‐Hour Mess Age
Ya took me from a place 
Where the race didn't matter 
And gathered up bodies 
										
Without a choice 
So I rather 
Pass my opinion/back 
Run ya over 
With my rack an pinion 
Never stop the engine 
For watcha fathers did do the indian 
North & south 
Plus the Carribbean 
I got a vendetta 
Cause I know better 
Better black than a stereotype white 
No cash flow wit out work 
Talkin bout the past 
You busted our past 
You busted our ass 
Now you afraid cause I never got paid 
Now sucka jump 
You cant take whatcha want 
Chorus 
You can't take whatcha want 
Cause ya took whatcha want 
Cant get away cause we got it on tape 
You cant take whatcha want 
Cause ya took whatcha want 
Thin line between law & rape (scream) 
You can't take whatcha want 
Dont cha know 
We aint got nuttin left 
Cause you took the rest 
We aint got jazz rock & roll 
Rappin the lose 
Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues 
Go abracadabra to make 
A wish I can mess wit 
Wonder why I'm under 
Neath a crew I cant get wit 
I never knew land was an acquisition 
BS from the best man in position 
Come again wit dat shit 
And set hit like a punk 
No, you cant take whatcha want 
Chorus 2X 
Break 
You cant take whatcha want 
I open up the trunk 
I see your phony ass 
Try to counterfeit funk 
From land to land 
To sea to sea 
Allover got the other man 
Messin wit me 
Took the motherland 
Made a slave of my mother and man 
Got a good man 
Sayin goddamn 
...................Long pause 
And to hell with 
Back in the days 
Unless we go way back 
To the black ways 
Always 
Watch your back 
If ya crooked dont front 
You cant take whatcha want 
Chorus 2X 
We died on the line 
We walk the fine line he talked a good line