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[feat. dead & Bazaar Royale]

"What do you see you're in the dark and the demons come? "
"I see you. I see you standing the grave of another dead president"

[Hook: Bazaar
I see above me
below me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
real

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and don't give a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got to lose but my handcuffs
Every man choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I don't
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is back
In self defense we bang the like
Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you reap you sow
The system you created created a
And now you cause it's coming back to haunt you

x2]

[Verse 2:
Since we take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's an overthrow and after party in the same night
Same height as Huey, same muscle build as
With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the
And read it in the news about your sergeant and captain
Don't take this as a warning, another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the training and the
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers with middle class reactions
we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions
And if you know, the G was for George Jackson
And long live his warrior spirit the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be
we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get some you niggas can start braggin'
Till then, the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Immortal
I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the I started
Can spar with the hardest, the regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter whose can shoot the farthest
you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters over corrupted elections
is like cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the gold and the connection
And ignorance is the prison the people are kept in
The ain't there for the people's protection
just there to protect an investment
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected are infested with those tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to guerilla
generations pale in comparison
And you will learn a lesson repeated history
That no what you think, occupation is not victory

[Outro: Immortal
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, bring it

x2]