Текст (слова) песни: Black Market Militia f Dead Prez, Savoy - Audobon Ballroom

 
[Intro: sample] 
"For in America, black people should never 
Be accused of being violent, or applicating violence 
In America, when a black man says `I have to defend myself` 
You should call that what it is, self defense 
And if America has the right to defend herself, from her enemy 
The black man in America has the right, to defend himself, from his enemies 
If it`s alright for, please I don`t want to hear this 
Cuz handclapping`s been done long enough" 
 
[Killah Priest] 
I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver 
Plottin` vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin 
I`m stressed, puffin` cigarettes, goin` through cartoons, I`m vexed 
Since the Panther leaders went up on charges, upset 
I`ll never meet `em, but I`m with `em regardless, my guess 
They die for freedom, and they dyin` for martyrs, they blessed 
But some share needles in the pissy apartments, obsessed 
By thoughts of treason, what they did to the father 
Jesse Jackson, in the face, of his best friend`s assassin 
But wait, if I meet `em, I`mma hand him a magnum 
And whisper, in his ear, "leave none of them standing" 
It ain`t fair, he ain`t here, you still appear in a pagence 
Imagine gags in the dungeon, thoughts started by gunmen 
Beatin` me, but I`m sworn a mark of secrecy 
(I feel you soon), they will never weaken me 
For the struggle, til my fate reaches me 
 
[M-1] 
You either pimpin` the system, or gettin` pimped by the sytem 
Don`t want no slice of the pie, we want control of the kitchen 
Gotta get this bread up nigga, handle business and boss up 
Ain`t no slacken or slippin`, perpetratin` or sharp cuts 
The spirit of love, puttin` near work on the grind 
Gotta sacrifice that blood, that sweat and our time 
If you see it, we need it, we want it, we get it, for folks 
Plottin` them planets, they own it, committed like soldiers 
Til we make it happen, it ain`t no mystery God 
It`s guaranteed when we move, scientifically, God 
It`s like plantin` the garden, I`m just a seed of garments 
In the field, tryin` to see the fruits of the harvest 
Same and long range, grown folks do grown things 
Can`t let the game change me, I got to change the game 
I`m thinkin` long range, grown folks do grown things 
Can`t let the game change me, I got to change the game 
 
[Tragedy Khadafi] 
One hand wash the other, both wash the face 
Now real recognize real, homey stay in your place 
What about the, revolutionaries given they lives 
My souls on ice, it`s like I got, blood in my eye 
The price of freedom is bleeding, I ain`t comitting no treason 
Why they hate my black skin, god, give me a reason 
My mother said I`m an angel, and then say I`m a monster 
I grew up in the hood environment, lived amongst the thugs 
And killas, the gangstas, the streets, they feel us 
Ain`t nothin` realer than the feeling, when you loving yourself 
Just be a man, take a stand, don`t be beggin` for help, help 
My regulation is building my black nation 
I`m running out of my patience, you owe us some reparations 
Guns blowin`, blood flowin`, I ain`t tryin` to be waiting 
Out of control, sellin` our souls to Satan 
Fakin` Satans fatin`, Larry Davis 
 
[Sticman] 
Nowadays wars wage quietly, them secret societies 
Nobody gon` fight back, we sit back silently 
Reality hit hard, that could cause riots 
See they dumbin` us down, medicate us with non-violence 
Television is ridilin, they lockin` up the militant in you 
But the struggle continue, when they can prison you 
In your dome, your home, your zone, you a zomb` 
But you`re fried and deputized, something is going wrong 
Is you an agent of the state, but wait 
Cuz if you really wasn`t choosin` your side 
Somebody choosin` your fate, cuz the system don`t fight fair 
Gorillas don`t fight fair, it`s warfare everywhere 
Look, it`s right there, in the gated communities 
They hatin` on you and me, and Bush`s economy 
All he left us was the streets 
In this dog eat dog world, we gotta fill our stomach`s, son 
We takin` back what they took, knock-knock, we coming 
 
[Savoy] 
Somebody told me that ya`ll, niggaz is haters 
I`mma tell ya`ll one thing, that ya`ll, niggaz can`t trade us 
Do about my business, and all about my paper 
You can try to burn and lock, but the group is gon`, phase ya 
I`m from the gutter, where niggaz pitchin` that butter 
When niggaz up in your mother, they get knocked by undercovers, man 
For all my sisters who on they own with they children 
Surviving to make a living, hold yea head up, there`s a brighter day
 

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