(Verse 1 - Paris) You in tune to the most dangerous on file Niggas finna mash on - bitch get wild With these field nigga serenades, we break wide In the land of the weak home of the slave we rise To protect - they servin' us with sticks and shots But who protect us from these murderous cops Whose heroes, you could keep your flags I'm out, I'll Wrap a chain around the precinct and burn shit down Fuck the police, I'm thinkin' how to feed my seed Bumpin DPs bailin' down the block on D's It's the same shit every day Seem the more a nigga build they wanna take away Like a slave when you can't eat you can't sleep Can't seem to find peace, only thing the street see is police and poverty Bitch don't start with me - I can't fade The bullshit noise that the radio play Where the world wanna be like and talk like and act like and rap like The black life is all gats and crack pipes I spit right - nigga whut? My shits tight Is you a snitch, nigga or bitch? Ya choose sides When we roam, we beat back attack of the clones What kinda shit cha'll niggas is on? We hit home And spill so the people could feel this real talk From the bay and everything in between to New York - Holla
What we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)
(Verse 2 - Paris) This is the way we bomb when we come around Still keep it on the map for the underground Fuck the system, I'ma holla with a black fist It's hard truth, where my soldiers? We still blitz And who's who with these gangstas, see a vet Young niggas or the government? Take a guess See we blessed with the speech that could reach oppressed communities World wide so we don't waste time we stress freedom And serve 'em wit the style (what) Motherfuck smilin' (what) Who wanna ride (what) Rally up the crowd (what) Full hollow tips (what) Cyanide squibs (what) Power to the people With rocks, banana clips see us Strugglefor the streets motherfuck the bling Nowadays radio make it harder to bring Real shit to the people - it's deeper than me They intice with the conflict ice and blow trees Corporatized by the vile - they smile and fill Black bodies in the pen it's the men they kill 3 strikes, whose life? Not my life yours Put the men into prison turn women to whores Ignore cries of the people - but time is up Stay tuned for the sequel - we buildin' to bust I'm goin' AWOL - Fuck all laws I wanna attack This bullshit, hold 'em accountable for they acts - feel me
What we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)
(Verse 3 - Dead Prez) Militant and political Guevera M-1 I wipe the smile off you many mouths, meld like a gun And I remember '99 goin' on tour with Big Pun Gettin' this fast rap cash from them six-week runs See I done learned from them generals with wild entourages Fuckin' like rabbits but don't wanna be fathers Fuckin' up they hotel room, stay on some star shit Know your role, play you position, rule 4 You know you can't fade it, it's gang truce-related We bang for change, hittin', no game, you can't hate it I wanna slap Bush and his mammy For how he did the Haitians in Miami that's my fam Coupe tet Boule kay, so please die cracka die That's for 22 generations of genocide You see that's why we get high, just to get by See we sit and wait until it's dark outside and then we ride On our enemies, you can depend on me If you a pig then you can't be no friend of me See it's been 33 years since Fred been gone He was murdered on the same day Jay-Z was born, for real 12-4-69, same year, when they take one from us Then another appears We gon' take this time to commemmorate NRD - National Revolutionary Day, say it -
What we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
