Lyrics:
Need to learn how to correctly shoot'em
Save those rounds for a revolution
Poor whites and blacks bumrushing the system
But I tell you: Ain't no room
about those piss poor execs without dignity
Look both ways before crossing the dotted line
Don't flush away the logical thoughts in your mind
Let's talk
to soften her frightened face
Mad country birthed by lions
Made in the shape of Orion
Armed with a sword and a stallion
To dominate the sky
It's the bastard's
nigga think
Now that's Liberation and baby I want it
(Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
Many times I sit back
black abyss
Our shell of wrath explodes, they're winding like an ill
That day we're ready to make those bastards kneel
Many relocated all across
begins to blow
When it thunders and it lightnings and the wind begins to blow
Lord it makes you think about those people who ain't got no place to go
Well
limousine, one of those new inventions
It took a few years 'fore the day had come
But I was ruler of the WORLD ranked number one
So I headed towards
It's one for the black
Two for the dark
Three for the fire
For those who don't need a spark
All those people round there
Don't really know what they
to the top, floatin' on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million refugees with unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top
of the black goat, removing the eyes of those who gazed upon the Black Prince?
Ask for it to be over.
Pray to the dimming light. Pray to stop it all. Pray for
be slaughtered one by one
The sky fades to black with lightning red as blood
His fire turning flesh to dust
With domination in our grasp, we're
when I strike, man
You'll think you been struck by lightning
Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a nigga
Even a child could take a life by
to the Festival?
The poor girl's mother had died
You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
The Festival!
The King's Festival?
And her
considered different whether they be black brown or white
If you don't sheepishly follow their crowd then you're considered scum,
a nigger loving commie good
quick they were to take the life of Tamir
Rice, This life is so precious
How could be taken by those that we pay to protect us
Leaving that party as if
this day be my final, perhaps I would see
That good lady war might smile upon me
The spilling of blood, an alluring painting for eyes to behold
Those who
of a great fire
Being struck by a lightning, and shaken to death by a great earthquake
Falling from thousand foot cliffs, dying of a disease
Committing
Fuck what they told you
Don't let them own you
Black and bright, Black as night, Black and brilliant
Walk by faith, not by sight, stand resilient
and sleepless nights
The memories are carved deep into my heart
Poor bastards on patrol
A journey without control
They said nothing lasts forever
We're about
contracts
No shits given who it impacts
Income tax rises and benefits cut
Wage stagnation a kick in the nuts
Foodbank use on the rise
While those in power
Upset the set up with renaissance of The Roots
Return of the golden age of the Sages Poet's of truth
Poor Righteous Teachers leaders Souls
to the Festival?
The poor girl's mother had died
You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
The Festival!
The King's Festival?
And her
out river bridge
A young folksinger
Was only rolling by
All those yellow fields
That in some other time
Might have been passed over
I'm moving slow
She sat on the pavement
As I pulled in the drive
Wearing leopard skin velvet
And shiny black eyes
"She looks like a sleeper"
Said my wife
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