I hear it all the time,
brothers say they soldiers in the streets
well who’s the general in command, when u we get molded in the streets
ready for war wit no plan, willin to die for yo man if drugs is in the mix
But is we military minded, or just thugs up in the mix?
chuck d gave us a direction – rebels with out a pause!
lil wayne started flexin now we just rebels without a cause!
dug deep to such a level where we devils wit lotta balls!
but aint changing nothing just swallowin matza balls
like we Yiddish,
niggaz git skiddish when its us against the british
survival of the fittest but it is all about the dollar!
n we refuse to pool any of ours for the power
it takes a nation of millions not acting like cowards
to break the grip of shame of bein brain washed n showered
in supremacist ideology – and chattelized psychology
we need to put that African back in our opthamology!
they say lootin is detrimental – hold up, who is you convincing?
I say it’s the nature of the beast at least it got they attention!
now that’s keepin it real!
cuz for the first 3 murders we was sleep at the wheel
now that we wakin up, u wanna call it breakin up the peace?
(how bout) shakin up the beast, (how bout) quaking up the streets!
(how bout) instead of mlkmarches we be nat-turnerlists!
(how bout) treatin killerkopz like terrorists treat journalists!
(how bout) gittin on one accord and openin up our own
we need a hell of a lot more than just a frikkin microphone!
we a nation of have-nots! Now tell me where the biz-ops ?
other—than clubs, barbershops n drug spots?
these rappaz n entertainers go all out with such means
but who is they supportin when they ballout wit enough cream—
to open up a school – or keep one from shuttin down!
but rather give it to a stripper – u a phuggin clown!