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[Intro: sample]"For in America, black people should neverBe accused of being violent, or applicating violenceIn America, when a black man says `I have to defend myself`You should call that what it is, self defenseAnd if America has the right to defend herself, from her enemyThe black man in America has the right, to defend himself, from his enemiesIf it`s alright for, please I don`t want to hear thisCuz handclapping`s been done long enough"[Killah Priest]I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolverPlottin` vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through MartinI`m stressed, puffin` cigarettes, goin` through cartoons, I`m vexedSince the Panther leaders went up on charges, upsetI`ll never meet `em, but I`m with `em regardless, my guessThey die for freedom, and they dyin` for martyrs, they blessedBut some share needles in the pissy apartments, obsessedBy thoughts of treason, what they did to the fatherJesse Jackson, in the face, of his best friend`s assassinBut wait, if I meet `em, I`mma hand him a magnumAnd whisper, in his ear, "leave none of them standing"It ain`t fair, he ain`t here, you still appear in a pagenceImagine gags in the dungeon, thoughts started by gunmenBeatin` me, but I`m sworn a mark of secrecy(I feel you soon), they will never weaken meFor the struggle, til my fate reaches me[M-1]You either pimpin` the system, or gettin` pimped by the sytemDon`t want no slice of the pie, we want control of the kitchenGotta get this bread up nigga, handle business and boss upAin`t no slacken or slippin`, perpetratin` or sharp cutsThe spirit of love, puttin` near work on the grindGotta sacrifice that blood, that sweat and our timeIf you see it, we need it, we want it, we get it, for folksPlottin` them planets, they own it, committed like soldiersTil we make it happen, it ain`t no mystery GodIt`s guaranteed when we move, scientifically, GodIt`s like plantin` the garden, I`m just a seed of garmentsIn the field, tryin` to see the fruits of the harvestSame and long range, grown folks do grown thingsCan`t let the game change me, I got to change the gameI`m thinkin` long range, grown folks do grown thingsCan`t let the game change me, I got to change the game[Tragedy Khadafi]One hand wash the other, both wash the faceNow real recognize real, homey stay in your placeWhat about the, revolutionaries given they livesMy souls on ice, it`s like I got, blood in my eyeThe price of freedom is bleeding, I ain`t comitting no treasonWhy they hate my black skin, god, give me a reasonMy mother said I`m an angel, and then say I`m a monsterI grew up in the hood environment, lived amongst the thugsAnd killas, the gangstas, the streets, they feel usAin`t nothin` realer than the feeling, when you loving yourselfJust be a man, take a stand, don`t be beggin` for help, helpMy regulation is building my black nationI`m running out of my patience, you owe us some reparationsGuns blowin`, blood flowin`, I ain`t tryin` to be waitingOut of control, sellin` our souls to SatanFakin` Satans fatin`, Larry Davis[Sticman]Nowadays wars wage quietly, them secret societiesNobody gon` fight back, we sit back silentlyReality hit hard, that could cause riotsSee they dumbin` us down, medicate us with non-violenceTelevision is ridilin, they lockin` up the militant in youBut the struggle continue, when they can prison youIn your dome, your home, your zone, you a zomb`But you`re fried and deputized, something is going wrongIs you an agent of the state, but waitCuz if you really wasn`t choosin` your sideSomebody choosin` your fate, cuz the system don`t fight fairGorillas don`t fight fair, it`s warfare everywhereLook, it`s right there, in the gated communitiesThey hatin` on you and me, and Bush`s economyAll he left us was the streetsIn this dog eat dog world, we gotta fill our stomach`s, sonWe takin` back what they took, knock-knock, we coming[Savoy]Somebody told me that ya`ll, niggaz is hatersI`mma tell ya`ll one thing, that ya`ll, niggaz can`t trade usDo about my business, and all about my paperYou can try to burn and lock, but the group is gon`, phase yaI`m from the gutter, where niggaz pitchin` that butterWhen niggaz up in your mother, they get knocked by undercovers, manFor all my sisters who on they own with they childrenSurviving to make a living, hold yea head up, there`s a brighter day

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