• AcidSmiley [she/her]
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    4 months ago

    Bear witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic

    They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton

    Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat

    A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get

    A thousand years they had tha tools

    We should be takin' 'em

    Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin' em

    Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to

    Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn

    morello-shred

    • GenderIsOpSec [she/her]
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      4 months ago

      yeah i read theory lea-caramelldansen

      Although ya try to discredit, ya still never read it

      The needle, I'll thread it, radically poetic

      Standin' with the fury that they had in '66

      And like E-Double "I'm Mad", still knee deep in the system's shit

      Hoover, he was a body remover

      I'll give you a dose but it can never come close

      To the rage built up inside of me

      Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy

      Movements come and movements go

      Leaders speak, movements cease when their heads are flown

      'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads

      Departments of police, (What!) the judges (What!), the feds

      Networks at work, keeping people calm

      You know they went after King when he spoke out on Vietnam

      He turned the power to the have-nots

      And then came the shot