(feat. Daddy Rose, Dreddy Kruger, Driver, Killah Priest, )



[Intro: Daddy Rose (Dreddy Kruger) {Killah Priest}]

Yeah! Worldwide, New York to the French connection

Uh! Daddy Rose Productions, throw it up!

(Hot millenium) World relations, the future

(It's time to go) I know it's time

{Sinister Shabar} (We'll blow ya ass up)

No more, we at war (Freedom fighters

Where you at?) Uh! (My French niggaz)



[Chorus x3: Daddy Rose (Driver)]

They say that the world peace but they tellin lies

This time the revolution must be televised

(Ouais, j'suis combattant de la liberté

Ouais, j'suis combattant de la liberté)

I'm a freedom fighter comin at you strong with my last breath

Give me liberty or give me death, give me liberty or give me death

(Ouais, j'suis combattant de la liberté

Ouais, j'suis combattant de la liberté)



[Interlude: Killah Priest (Dreddy Kruger)]

Hot topic..

Masada, the chancellor

Sinister Shabar

(They ain't hear you, they ain't hear you)

Oh shit..

Masada, Shabar..

(Hot millenium)



[Driver]

J'suis en tenue d'combattant, guerrier en scaphandre de combat

Celui qui s'dresse impoliment, négativement, là-bas à l'abattoir

J'te parles du jour ou tout vas péter

Le jour ou il faudra s'défendre pour obtenir la liberté...mentale

Réveillons les consciences, pas d'folie j'me donne les moyens je tente ma chance

Sache qu'un p'tit peu d'ci, avec un p'tit peu d'ça

Ca fait ci-ça, ça-ci, un gros truc comme ça

Se rouler dans la boue pour les droits d'l'homme ça coûte rien

Sachant qu'ça peut protéger ton futur gosse et tes frangines, frangin

Des guettos d'New York aux sales banlieues d'Paris

Chacun souffre dans son coin il parait qu'c'est la vie

J'vais la dompter, la fourrer, perforer, l'essorer, la mettre à ma guise

Oui comme dans "Strip-tease", en un mot la mater

Du haut d'ma tour à Sarcelles, j'méne l'opération

En urgences, c'est l'agence, Driver la révolution...



[Chorus]



[Interlude: Killah Priest]

Gotta leak it..



[Daddy Rose (Killah Priest)]

I'm Daddy Rose, son of a black widow spider

Used to be the flame of a crack lighter

Now I'm a freedom fighter, spirit or Nat Turner

Strapped with a black burner, mind of Malcolm

Sight of a falcon, this black man is heard

from Brownsville to Johannesburg

The oppressor said he freed us, just damaged words

Gave me a replica or liberty, me garned in shackles

Feeled like a live king surrounded by jackels

Armed with two scappels, tearin out the slave masters Adam's apples

Feel like Atlas, but the weight of the world, I must carry it

Shotguns like Harriet, I could feel my ancestor sing

"Swing Low Sweet Chariot", for I am that I am

The Gods have spoken, Moses in the bush

Trust the virgin Mary, black widow lamb (King Masada)



[Chorus]



[Prodigal Sunn]

I'm highly liberated, anticipated, still isolated

In this crime scenery, carry heavy machinery

On some revolutionary thug shit so watch ya nugget

When the slugs spit I'm aimin for devils that be my target

Number one priority, first of all, fuck society

All they do is lie to me and spy for my enemies

A freedom fighter, eat-a-mic sniper, fuck a liar-liar

Like I said before son I speak truth 'til I expire

My heartbeats enrage against the devil escapades

For forty-thousand decades they made raise through wealthy slaves

See in these wicked times some carry nines and marry swine

With corrupted mines, created his line by mankind

I generate lines of energy, cremate the century

Soldier of infinity, brolic identity

My chemistry and glee gleams like a fat diamond ring

From the alley of fiends to the +Valley of Kings+, Kings



[Chorus x3]



[Outro: Killah Priest]

The return of Shabar

Masada, King Masada

Give me liberty or give me death [x4: w/ Daddy Rose]

Give me liberty or give me death [x2]