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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 over the grave of another president"

Bazaar Royale]
I see above me
below me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
It's

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 lose but my
Every man choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
When they say the homie the judge, I don't care
'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get away
And don't get caught for the crime, I 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, public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The system you created created a
And now you scared cause it's back to haunt you

x2]

[Verse 2:
Since we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and after party in the same
Same height as Huey, same muscle as Malcolm
the same circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the news about your sergeant and captain
Don't take this as a warning, just another rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the training and the
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers with your class reactions
we bangin' 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 packin' the
Watching over the soldiers, niggas be blackin'
we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can braggin'
Till then, the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

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

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

x2]