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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 over the grave of another dead president"

[Hook: Bazaar
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 nothing to lose but my
Every man must to lay down or stand up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When they say the murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, as the homie get away
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, is shootin' back
In self we bang the pistol like
Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The you created created a monster
And now you scared cause coming back to haunt you

x2]

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

x2]

[Verse 3: Immortal
I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter whose missiles can the farthest
When a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters over corrupted elections
Bilderberg is cancer, it grows 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
streets are infested with those tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to guerilla
9/11 pale in comparison
And you will a lesson repeated through history
That no matter you think, occupation is not victory

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

x2]