Choice
D.N.E. [DARK NOISE EXPERIENCE] Lyrics

What's the question?
What is the problem or concern? What needs to be addressed?

Why are you flexin'?
Why are you showing off or being aggressive?

Here's the answer; choice of weapons
The answer to resolving conflicts lies in making careful and thoughtful choices, rather than resorting to violence.

Yo, The Remainz, kid, why you flexin like a bicep?
Hey, fellow rapper, why are you trying to be intimidating or show off?

Heat on your hip just to get a rep; it ain't worth it
Carrying a gun just to gain respect or recognition is not a wise or valuable choice.

Just because you pack a biscuit doesn't mean you can't Become another statistic; you figure it
Even if you have a gun, you can still become a victim of gun violence, so it's important to weigh the risks and consequences of any action.

Life's a gamble even for vandalz; I handle mine with minds Only unless my chest is under pressure in a contest The fear of layin' in wreck causes the stress I have to adjust to this mess and pull when it's best
Life can be unpredictable and challenging, but I try to make wise choices and only resort to violence when absolutely necessary to avoid serious harm to myself or others.

Yo, little big man, feelin' your oats because you're strapped? Bustin' a cap at another kid who's black? It ain't all that when the shots are flyin' back You made a choice, and the choice you made was whack
Hey, young man, are you feeling confident because you have a gun and using it to shoot another Black person? It's not as simple as that, because when others start shooting back, you may end up losing your life. Your choice to use violence was not a wise one.

Kinda tipsy, with the liquid confidence Pullin' your pistol when it doesn't make sense To be the bigger man you figure But in the end, it don't pay when you're livin' by the trigger
When you're under the influence of alcohol and feeling more confident, pulling out a gun may seem like the right thing to do. But being the bigger person and avoiding violence is ultimately more beneficial than living a life filled with fear and aggression.

Yeah, it's the master of the who, what, where, and the why But, still, I got a problem with seein' my brothers die I've been around and lived past the average age of us In every obituary, a full page of us
I may be knowledgeable and experienced, but I still grieve for my fellow Black men who are dying too soon. I've been lucky to live longer than most, but every time I read the news, I see another obituary for someone like me.

The game is money, but what about inner wealth? The mental, the spiritual, and physical health But still, everyday, the city is a test That's why some people feel a gun is the best
The focus of society may be on making money, but what about the value of inner peace and health? Living in the city can be difficult and challenging, so some people turn to guns as a means of protection and survival.

No doubt I pack protection, but every altercation Or situation doesn't deserve blastin'; I mastered precisions Choice of weapon - should I peel or peel out? My choice of routes may decide my whereabouts
Although I carry a weapon for self-defense, I am cautious about when and where I use it. I try to make smart choices based on the situation and my surroundings, which may impact my safety.

I pack no weapons then the seargeant bargin in Ready to bomb a rapper like Saddam, Stikken Moov swarm Ready to bust off, like Ron Jeremy, but I chill, G Relax and consider lucky to live to see a quarter past three
Even without a weapon, I may encounter violence or aggression from others, as seen by the sergeant barging in. Despite this, I remain calm and grateful for each day that I am alive.

Yeah, that's why I wield the steel; yes, my microphone is crazy real I'm not the one sellin' out to get the mass appeal But jail cells are filled with my peeps While the rest are gettin' killed in these ill-ass streets
That's why I use my microphone as a way to express myself and connect with others, rather than selling out for fake popularity. However, many of my friends and colleagues are imprisoned for their actions, while others are dying on the dangerous streets.

So, pick your weapon - a mic or a gun I make a sucker run when my tongue stuns; check it Leavin' the spot, I seen some wild kids One stepped to me, asked me to freestyle, kid Meanwhile he flexed a burner on his side I looked him in the eye, smiled, and walked to my ride He was actin' kinda hard on the surface I said to myself that it really wasn't worth it
You have a choice to make - will you use your voice as a form of power and expression, or will you resort to violence and aggression? When I encountered someone with a gun, I chose not to engage, knowing that my own safety was more important than a moment of bravado.

Yo, you think you're all that, 'cause you pack heat? Seein' your own brother play the concrete in defeat Tryin' to prove yourself while you put the next man down But what goes around, comes back, black; best believe that
Hey, do you think you're tough just because you have a gun? When you see your own Black man lying dead in the street, it defeats your intentions. You may try to prove yourself by harming others, but what you dish out will eventually come back to you.

You know what I'm sayin'? That's all the real heads all over the world That realize that this music is real That we keep it real like that Peace to all my brothers on the third And all the real brothers in hip-hop It's like a rap's new generation thing, baby Peace to Guru It's Panche, the wild comanche, suicide
You know what I mean? This song is for all the true fans of hip-hop who appreciate its honesty and authenticity. We're keeping it real here. Shoutout to all my brothers in the Third World, and all the other real hip-hop artists. We're a new generation of rap, and this song is dedicated to Guru. This is Panche, the wild Comanche, signing off.