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Artist Talib & Dead Prez
Sharp Shooters
Typed by NLP Shit denmark Farum
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(stic.man)
Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, army, you know it

(M-1)
The white man came to Africa with rifles and
Heard the name, started changin the
Now of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a earner,
See I be what Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy, your toast close
Because political power come the barrel of it
We in a war, leave it or love it
Since got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for the po-po (woop woop) and at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working class
Takin a stand, a panther with an M-1 Garrand
Screamin your gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the to bust

(Chorus - prez)
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I it like my first son
It me and makes sure the jakes respect me
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it my first son
It protects me and makes sure the respect me

(Talib Kweli)
do you do
when the kick in your door like 'get on the floor'
Shoot you in the
cause who you are and where you at's the law
You try to protect your home the illest arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and stop fuckin with them
Get with brothas for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings pack gatlings
to a rat sing like Nat King
Before start blasting (blow!)
With no accuracy, they beef in the public
Now an innocent child got a bag for a
Property value plumit every time a shot is (c'mon)
People feelin betrayed so they take the to riot
Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the entire
say it's time to march
But is past that, ready to blast at whatever comin
From the master or from the office, is sick of runnin
Yeah, all my soldier, it up, c'mon, now
(Bust ya guns) yeah, with dead prez, c'mon
(Blow blow)

(stic.man)
I'm deep in the
where all niggas give a fuck about is stackin funds
The black and young that's packin automatic guns
If any comes sparatic shots'll ring out
You get caught up, you get fuckin brains blown clean out
The killers reign supreme, survival of the brain and scheme
For cream you know the game in my
I feel the pain for all the niggas that away
Tryin to get cash the fastest way we know how, the old way
Blastin, we actin like cock and tenniments
My flex if any shit pop, and put an end to it
It's like hell, this planet I'm consist of dilligent crack sale
Assisting off the backs of young black
It's innocent, suspending in packed jails benefit
well being, while niggas catch hell just for being
You as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin free in this life
I stick a nine in ya spine for
No time for talk, 'cause I when I talk
Stalkin sidewalks of with the eyes of a hawk
Crack a quart to get away this trife world and thought
Puffin 'cause life's a bitch, and it's too short
My crew sport leather, gold, camoflauge, rugged
Deadly in venom, totin buckets with in 'em
But Rawkus, ill mothafuckas for real
Straight hustlas with but a taste for kill

(Chorus) 4x

(Talib talking)
Yeah, c'mon, all my
Brooklyn you at
Florida, where you at
where you at, yo