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[feat. dead prez & Bazaar

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

Bazaar Royale]
I see above me
below me
Fighting heaven, 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 lose but my
Every man must to lay down or stand up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We for the villain in black
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In self we bang the pistol like
Larry or Brian Nichols
pig, every public official, the boomerang
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared cause coming 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 party in the same night
Same height as Huey, same muscle build as
With the same in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the news about your and your captain
Don't take as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, the training and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers your middle class 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 warrior spirit packin' the
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be
When we need to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get freedom you niggas can start braggin'
Till then, the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Technique]
I'm like the of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't whose missiles can shoot the farthest
When you're a target in an Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters over corrupted elections
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 military ain't there for the people's
They're there to protect an investment
That's why people get arrested, electrocuted,
Connected streets are with those tired of protestin'
children grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations pale in
And you will learn a repeated through history
That no matter what you think, is not victory

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

x2]