(feat. Dead Prez, Savoy)



[Intro: sample]

"For in America, black people should never

Be accused of being violent, or applicating violence

In America, when a black man says 'I have to defend myself'

You should call that what it is, self defense

And if America has the right to defend herself, from her enemy

The black man in America has the right, to defend himself, from his enemies

If it's alright for, please I don't want to hear this

Cuz handclapping's been done long enough"



[Killah Priest]

I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver

Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin

I'm stressed, puffin' cigarettes, goin' through cartoons, I'm vexed

Since the Panther leaders went up on charges, upset

I'll never meet 'em, but I'm with 'em regardless, my guess

They die for freedom, and they dyin' for martyrs, they blessed

But some share needles in the pissy apartments, obsessed

By thoughts of treason, what they did to the father

Jesse Jackson, in the face, of his best friend's assassin

But wait, if I meet 'em, I'mma hand him a magnum

And whisper, in his ear, "leave none of them standing"

It ain't fair, he ain't here, you still appear in a pagence

Imagine gags in the dungeon, thoughts started by gunmen

Beatin' me, but I'm sworn a mark of secrecy

(I feel you soon), they will never weaken me

For the struggle, til my fate reaches me



[M-1]

You either pimpin' the system, or gettin' pimped by the sytem

Don't want no slice of the pie, we want control of the kitchen

Gotta get this bread up nigga, handle business and boss up

Ain't no slacken or slippin', perpetratin' or sharp cuts

The spirit of love, puttin' near work on the grind

Gotta sacrifice that blood, that sweat and our time

If you see it, we need it, we want it, we get it, for folks

Plottin' them planets, they own it, committed like soldiers

Til we make it happen, it ain't no mystery God

It's guaranteed when we move, scientifically, God

It's like plantin' the garden, I'm just a seed of garments

In the field, tryin' to see the fruits of the harvest

Same and long range, grown folks do grown things

Can't let the game change me, I got to change the game

I'm thinkin' long range, grown folks do grown things

Can't let the game change me, I got to change the game



[Tragedy Khadafi]

One hand wash the other, both wash the face

Now real recognize real, homey stay in your place

What about the, revolutionaries given they lives

My souls on ice, it's like I got, blood in my eye

The price of freedom is bleeding, I ain't comitting no treason

Why they hate my black skin, god, give me a reason

My mother said I'm an angel, and then say I'm a monster

I grew up in the hood environment, lived amongst the thugs

And killas, the gangstas, the streets, they feel us

Ain't nothin' realer than the feeling, when you loving yourself

Just be a man, take a stand, don't be beggin' for help, help

My regulation is building my black nation

I'm running out of my patience, you owe us some reparations

Guns blowin', blood flowin', I ain't tryin' to be waiting

Out of control, sellin' our souls to Satan

Fakin' Satans fatin', Larry Davis



[Sticman]

Nowadays wars wage quietly, them secret societies

Nobody gon' fight back, we sit back silently

Reality hit hard, that could cause riots

See they dumbin' us down, medicate us with non-violence

Television is ridilin, they lockin' up the militant in you

But the struggle continue, when they can prison you

In your dome, your home, your zone, you a zomb'

But you're fried and deputized, something is going wrong

Is you an agent of the state, but wait

Cuz if you really wasn't choosin' your side

Somebody choosin' your fate, cuz the system don't fight fair

Gorillas don't fight fair, it's warfare everywhere

Look, it's right there, in the gated communities

They hatin' on you and me, and Bush's economy

All he left us was the streets

In this dog eat dog world, we gotta fill our stomach's, son

We takin' back what they took, knock-knock, we coming



[Savoy]

Somebody told me that ya'll, niggaz is haters

I'mma tell ya'll one thing, that ya'll, niggaz can't trade us

Do about my business, and all about my paper

You can try to burn and lock, but the group is gon', phase ya

I'm from the gutter, where niggaz pitchin' that butter

When niggaz up in your mother, they get knocked by undercovers, man

For all my sisters who on they own with they children

Surviving to make a living, hold yea head up, there's a brighter day