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[feat. prez & Bazaar Royale]

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

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

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't give a
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay down or up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When they say the murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, as the homie get away
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We for the villain in black
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In self defense we the pistol like
Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared cause it's coming to haunt you

x2]

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

x2]

[Verse 3: Technique]
I'm like the birth of Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter whose can shoot the farthest
When you're a in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close combat 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 military ain't there for the people's
They're there to protect an investment
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
streets are infested with those tired of protestin'
Traumatized grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations pale in
And you will learn a lesson repeated history
That no what you think, occupation is not victory

[Outro: Technique]
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, bring it

x2]