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[feat. dead & Bazaar Royale]

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

[Hook: Bazaar
I see angels me
below me
Fighting over 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 nothing to but my handcuffs
Every man must to lay down or stand up
war time, everything is fair, no fear
When they say the murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he it, long as the homie get away
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We for the villain in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, is shootin' back
In self defense we the pistol like
Larry or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every public official, the
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The system you 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 an overthrow and after party in the same night
Same height as Huey, same build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you the outcome
And read it in the news about sergeant and your captain
take 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 fuck you sympathizers with your middle class
Cause we on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions
And if you didn't know, the G was for George
And long live his warrior spirit the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' be blackin'
When we really to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start
then, inside 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 you're a target in an Afghan Forest
Close quarters over corrupted elections
is like cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the gold and the connection
And is the prison that the people are kept in
The military ain't for the people's protection
They're just there to an investment
That's why people get arrested, electrocuted,
Connected streets are infested those tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to guerilla
9/11 generations pale in
And you will learn a repeated through history
That no matter what you think, is not victory

Immortal Technique]
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, bring it

x2]