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[feat. dead prez & Bazaar

"What do you see when in the dark and the demons come? "
"I see you. I see you standing the grave of another dead president"

Bazaar Royale]
I see angels me
Demons me
Fighting heaven, heaven, heaven
real

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got to lose but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay or stand up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
they say the homie murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get
And get caught for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the villain in
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, is shootin' back
In defense we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Brian
Every pig, public official, the boomerang
Is back to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared it's 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 after party in the same
Same height as Huey, muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the
And read it in the news about your and your captain
take this as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the and the grapplin'
And fuck Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers your middle class reactions
Cause we 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, niggas be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and
When we get freedom you niggas can start braggin'
Till then, the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

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

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

x2]