Lyrics:
Play /
The Non-Prophets /
Cause some emcees are all word and no play /
Some rappers are all DAT and no DeeJay /
Chorus
Verse Two:
This is Sage Francis
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
going to get some of this oppression
And exploitation away from us or assigned to us
Is come together against the common enemy
Who taught you to hate
Oh my gawd RiveRGawD
R.I.P to Huey pull up we pop lock and drop em
Said I had an ego shut up bitch these diamonds, glossen
Whippin' in the stu with
to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white is smokin' crack
of the giant
Tell me this then
What happened to the cars flying, Tesla bro
Is there really intelligent life on Mars, extra terrestrial
Do people get abducted by
Pigs give away bullets, so I clipped the K
But luckily, I wanna live today
I woke up this morning, turned on the news
Bombarded, by the fuckery
Between
my eyes wide open
'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King
to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams)
(Cause I love you, I love you, I love you)
This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price
The sister of Venus and Serena
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't
You need to come correct or get left
Mm yeah, yeah
Huey, Huey aye
Huh, huh
I get 'em high let the pressure help 'em see the vision
Don't wear
(yeah yeah, ay)
Yeah, I don't get enough rest
I been fucking up checks
This a fucking gut check
Fuck who getting upset
Don't know where the love
don't see black owned in the window
It's on fire, start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, this is pain
that
And remember tell your friends that this is where it's at
And soon I'll go electric, but the whip is still filled with gas
Keep the windows up. Who
LM002, hoe not a hummer, Lamborghini
Hughey Hefner, Huey Newton, hue is you inside this glassy house
It's three Girls and a Needle on that head if you gon
Where are we, is this Earth?
Everything is so funny here!
What's going on?
We should take this over, okey-dokie?
Look at these nincompoops!
This will
like Huey
Smoke 'em one-by-one like Lucy's, then we skate like 'ooty
Just because yur rhymes is booty don't mean you "The shit"
Yo my style is universal,
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
museum
Everyone's got a purpose, everybody's a being
Being the only alien, y'all around me
I'm seeing more than you can imagine
Who'd of thought this would
Paris is my name, I flows with ease
Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks emcees
Who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement
Intense is
Nah, bro, Huey coolin' right now for real
But Riley on that
Finna get the tweakin' in this, bitch
I said, Huey coolin' right now
Riley in this
You have the emergence in human society
Of this thing that's called the State
What is the State?
The State is this organized bureaucracy
It is
tired of the Weinsteins
Executing brothas troubled by a petty crime please
The irony
2020's been blinding
This a fight where pulling triggers ain't gon'
bad bitches out this coupe look like a group
Like how you gon' blame us, gettin' this paper is all we knew (all we knew)
Rule number eleven, before
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