This week’s hip-hop track of the week is I Will Not Apologize from The Roots’ new album “Rising Down.” I Will Not Apologize features quotable verses from Black Thought, Porn & Dice Raw. Click below to listen:

And follow along with the lyrics after the break.

Chorus:
I will not apologize. I will not apologize/
I will not apologize. I will not apologize/
This or all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize/
Some won’t get it, and for that I won’t apologize/ 

Verse 1:
I’m so sick ‘cause I’m infected/
But I don’t need a medic/
Need a liquid anesthetic/
Let me show you how I get it/
I don’t got it but I bet it/
I don’t worry I don’t sweat it/
You can bitch, you can debt it/
You can take it there like Fetit/
Nothing sweet diabetic/
Big dog can’t pet it/
Pack an L then I wet it/
Then I fill it ‘til it’s pregnant/
Face it everybody got a favorite/
I embrace it like I date it/
But my grandma think I chase it/
I told her that her baby moving slower/
‘Cause the world is on his shoulder/
Then I woke up out that coma/
At it with a little blackmatic/
Lay you down Craftmatic/
Then I’m going black magic/
You don’t want to gamble with the devil/
Especially when those chewy-blewies got me on another level/
‘Cause my teacher think I’m slow but my mama think I’m special/
But even she know I’m coming back like an echo/

Verse 2:
These statements I’m about to make, I will not apologize/
Rappers talk a lot of shit, really need to stop the lies/
Jewels rented, cars rented – homie that ain’t authentic/
Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a little timid/
Don’t blame a rapper blame America – it’s all business/
Acting like a monkey is the only way to sell tickets/
Shit I can dig it – people got some silly digits/
Why? ‘Cause buying is a riot when we talking about pimpin’/
Or sippin’ on Old English brew or whatever they think we do/
Spraying double Uzis ‘cause you know they think we live in zoos/
The problem is, with this everyone seems to be real confused/
The brothers in the streets to the old people that watch the news/
And watch BET and the crazy shit they see/
They associate with you and do the same shit to me/
When you look at me you see just a brother from the projects/
But can’t understand this brother’s mindset/

Verse 3:
A revolution what it smelling like/
It ain’t gon’ be televised/
Governments is hella fire/
Taking cake and selling pies/
I ain’t got a crust or crumb – to get some I’d be well obliged/
Murder is comodified/
Felon for the second time/
Never was I into chasing trouble, I was followed by/
Facing trouble with no alibi/
Had to swallow pride/
Vilified, victimized, penalized, criticized/
Ran into some people that’s surprised/
I was still alive/
Looked into my daughter’s eyes/
Wonder how can I provide/
Got the gift and made it be but how can I afford to try?/
Messed around, tried to get a job but wasn’t qualified/
Had to see a pal of mine – got to get the lightning rod/
Now I’m in the black Impala looking for the dollar sign/
Bombs get to itching man I got to get the Calamine/
‘For I fall behind/
Guess the grind will be my 9 to 5/
I will not be conquered by/
I will not apologize/