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[feat. prez & 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"

Bazaar Royale]
I see angels me
Demons 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 must choose to lay or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
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 for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin'
In self we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Nichols
Every pig, every official, the boomerang
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The you created created a monster
And now you cause it's 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 in the same night
Same height as Huey, muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the
And it in the news about your sergeant and your captain
take this as a warning, just another nigga 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
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the
And if you didn't know, the G was for George
And long live his warrior packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and
When we get some freedom you can start braggin'
then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Immortal
I'm the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as
It doesn't whose missiles can shoot the farthest
When you're a target in an Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters combat corrupted elections
Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an
Nepotism is the gold and the connection
And ignorance is the prison that the people are in
The military ain't there for the protection
They're just there to protect an
why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are with those tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to garrisons
generations pale in comparison
And you will learn a lesson repeated through
That no matter you think, occupation is not victory

[Outro: Technique]
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, it back

x2]