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[feat. prez & Bazaar Royale]

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

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

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just give a fuck
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, 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 don't get caught for the crime, I it
We rootin' for the in black
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In self defense we bang the like
Larry Davis or Brian
pig, every public official, the boomerang
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created created a
And now you scared cause coming back to haunt you

x2]

[Verse 2:
we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and after party in the 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
Don't this as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers with your middle reactions
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, the factions
And if you know, the G was for George Jackson
And long live his spirit packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, niggas be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined in our and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start
Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the

x2]

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

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

x2]