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[feat. prez & Bazaar Royale]

"What do you see when you're in the 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 give a
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to but my handcuffs
man must choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
When they say the murdered the judge, I don't care
'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get away
And get caught for the crime, I encourage it
We for the villain in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, is shootin' back
In self defense we bang the pistol
Larry or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you reap you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared cause it's coming back to 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 in the same night
height as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you the outcome
And read it in the news about sergeant and your captain
Don't take this as a warning, another nigga rappin'
the way we organizing, fuck the training and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police because we them
And fuck you sympathizers your middle class reactions
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, the factions
And if you didn't know, the G was for Jackson
And live his warrior spirit 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 can start braggin'
then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Technique]
I'm the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr as Spartacus-hearted
It matter whose missiles can shoot the farthest
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 the people are kept in
The ain't there for the people's protection
They're just there to protect an
That's why people get arrested, electrocuted,
Connected streets are infested with tired of protestin'
children grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations pale in
And you will a lesson repeated through history
no matter what you think, occupation is not victory

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

x2]