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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 another president"

[Hook: Bazaar
I see above me
below me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
real

1: stic.man]
America's young, black, and just don't give a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to lose but my
Every man must choose to lay or stand up
war time, everything is fair, no fear
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I care
Fuck 'em, he it, long as the homie get away
And don't get caught for the crime, I it
We rootin' for the villain in
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin'
In defense we bang the pistol like
Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every public official, the
Is coming back to get you, you reap you sow
The you created created a monster
And now you scared cause coming back to haunt you

x2]

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

x2]

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

[Outro: Technique]
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, it back

x2]