I'm racing from the cops

With the ceramic cats climbing to the roof tops

To question the moon

And obtain the truth,

Interrupting the dreams

Of my neighbors

And it's hard when it hits, I go

Brick by brick

Just as we built it

Brick by brick

Like our anthropology

Brick by brick 

is how solid our power Be, and still they're 

throwing pebbles at the Great Wall

Don’t hate the player

Hate the prophecy