Verse 1



My minds like that of a champion

To get here I blazed past half the men

Hit some in they abdomen

Asked the rest where they been

I'm in it to win

Heat cocked back with a devilish grin

And I swear by the hair on my chin

We gon' win

Stay ready to put in work like im fresh out the penn

No Emmitt Till still for real like the street called Beale

Move like Kill Bill,

Kill serial, seriously still

Strange fruit hangin at will

No new deal breakernomics

Cash crops

Hydroponics

See the general acknowledge

Ill drop knowledge higher science

You won't get in college

Knowledge of self

Personal health

Spiritual wealth

B2 stealth my bombs are felt



Chorus



Mohammad Ali

Malcolm X

Those my heroes,

Civil rights

Dark nights

Dogs

Firehouse,

National guard

Vs.

A thousand people,

Flower in the barrel

Gunshot next sequel



Verse 2



Birmingham, Alabama

A bad mama jama,

Except for when they throw you in the slamma,

Church bombs

Napalm

Whistle out, stay calm,

When I see da' beast

I sound the alarm,

I like moonshine

But not German Shepard k9's,

Refuse to eat the swine

Life and death are intertwined,

Like George C. Wallace I go hard on a nigga',

Teeth kicked out with steel toes I ain't weak how you figure,

Hella bold

Black gold,

Souls are sold

Goin' on since times of old

Won't fold,

I get old

But won't mold,

Sprayed with a fire hose

Front page it was told,

Blak fist in tha air

Got em stripped o' they gold,

1968 Mexico City

Ain't no pity

Situations gritty,

1968 Mexico City

Situations gritty

Ain't no pity!



Chorus



Mohammad Ali

Malcolm X

Those my heroes,

Civil rights

Dark nights

Dogs

Firehouse,

National guard

Vs.

A thousand people,

Flower in the barrel

Gunshot next sequel



Verse 3



I cop clothes,

Not cop clothes

Ahdeegahtos,

To those who expose

Bros who pose with cali Coles,

Then pop those in white robes

Lights out like light bulbs,

Live in the field like marshall's

Who stalk pro's ,

Haram not boko,

When I smoke iz like slo mo,

Neva homo

Find me livin' in a dojo,

O' Acapulco

Symbolic

Not literally loco,

See you local

Fact not fiction

Put you in a chokehold

Son o' tha most high

Fresh like a magi

Born in apartheid

Look like an egg when its hard fried

Ain't on drugs

Hang with thugs

Fly as Malachi with a red eye,

Solo since I left dredi

Some wish they could dead I

Active on the murda plots,

Stopped before they start

Left em leaking full o buckshots,

Call em blood clots,

Now has beens,

So why not,

W/a Z at the end,

Like fags speak b4 they get popped!



Chorus



Mohammad Ali

Malcolm X

Those my heroes,

Civil rights

Dark nights

Dogs

Firehouse,

National guard

Vs.

A thousand people,

Flower in the barrel

Gunshot next sequel