[Verse 1 - Black Thought] Move, if you got the nerve Lash out for your just deserts It's not just a word Some of y'all heads up in the clouds I'mma bring y'all back to earth It's Black back to burn The Bullshit y'all talkin' 'bout Out ya mouth. I'm not concerned Cause y'all got to learn It's y'all turn like Detroit Red When his head had an ultra perm The long walk will burn your bare heels So throw on your boots The game camouflaged like army suits But I can see it more clear cause I came with the Coup in here Ring the alarm and form the troops Send 'em out into the world, go to war in a fluke Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot Now I'm comin' at ya neck, sick of hearing something wrong with me Motherfucker something's wrong with you With a Chief just way too smart to question The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion The governments of the world is shark infested They heavy on weaponry like Charlton Heston Man yeah it gets low here uh, real low Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
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[Verse 2 -Boots] Death to the pigs is my basic statement I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum Tryin' to find psalm number 151 To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode And read "put down the bottle and come get the gun" Let's get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10 They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den Steadily subtracting seeds & stems Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm Numbing my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in. We gettin greased again The truth I write is so cold, It'll freeze my pen I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you Never let they punk ass ever defeat you They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see thru All y'all's gold mines they wanna deplete you I ain't just finna to rap on the track, I'm finna to clap on 'em back And it's been stackin' to that Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'lac Before they told Rosa black in the back Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack And Gil-Scott tradin' rappin for smack This beat alone should get platinum plaques I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap Cause if we bappin' 'em back we automatically stacked
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[Verse 3 - Talib Kweli] This the cut like truancy Riq, Boots and me Activatin' the community Up in the bay like Huey P And sucker free, it remind me of the BKer's love for me But the beast got it twisted, I'll untangle it Black mind intertwined like the ropes they used to hang us with This is my favorite shit, I came in the game with a new way to spit That got you questioning who you bangin' with Take it back to Imhotep Go a step deeper like a Poor Righteous Teacher with Holy Intellect Killer flow for all my real niggas left But inform the family of the jigaboo that there's been a death Once again you can feel hip-hop Underground, still about my guap Gangsta like, fuck the cops Talib Kweli revolutionary MC, and that ain't about to stop
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