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[feat. dead prez & Bazaar

"What do you see when you're in the and the demons come? "
"I see you. I see you standing over the grave of dead president"

[Hook: Royale]
I see above me
below me
Fighting heaven, heaven, heaven
real

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't give a
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got to lose but my handcuffs
man must choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When say the homie murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin'
In self defense we bang the pistol
Larry Davis or Nichols
pig, every public official, the boomerang
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The you created created a monster
And now you scared it's coming back to haunt you

x2]

[Verse 2:
we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and after party in the night
Same height as Huey, same muscle as Malcolm
With the same in the hood, you know the outcome
And it in the news about your sergeant and your captain
Don't this as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the and the grapplin'
And them Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them
And you sympathizers with your middle class reactions
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, the factions
And if you know, the G was for George Jackson
And long live his warrior packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be
When we really need to be in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start
Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the

x2]

[Verse 3: Immortal
I'm the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter whose missiles can shoot the
When you're a in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close combat over corrupted elections
Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an
Nepotism is the gold and the connection
And ignorance is the prison the people are kept in
The military ain't for the people's protection
They're just to protect an investment
That's why people get arrested, electrocuted,
streets are infested with those tired of protestin'
Traumatized grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 pale in comparison
And you will learn a lesson repeated history
That no what you think, occupation is not victory

[Outro: Immortal
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, it back

x2]