Never once did I believed there was equality (nah)
I can't breathe, my hands up (huh)
So why you follow me?
Yo, part of my activist drawl
Being a pacifist doesn't help when they're blastin' us all
My blocks is permanently hot
What if I told you I rock a hoodie
Cause I won't change, but scared on getting killed by the cops
What if I shot, one in the air for every time they murder one of us
It'll be raining cats, dogs, and hollow tips
They're killing our sons and our president won't acknowledge it
It's open season on all of us: poor, middle class, and college kids
The call us traitors and bring that fire to our area
The Land of the Free, if only you meet the certain criteria
Ignited We Stand with fire we fall
Hold the hands of every single rebel
Runnin' from the greedy racist American devil
Existing on every level
Especially politicians, the joke of a Justice System
Military or Police, man I swear you can't tell the difference
Now they pullin' up with tanks and them rifles aren't standard issue
It's you, who handle your issues by cockin' pistols
Then points out black on black crime like we love to do that shit too
Go figure
Who do you think extract the metal from the Earth
And mass produces weapons for us to kill with, no n***a
They've had it their way and we'll never make it
Ronald Reagan dropped bombs in our hoods and they're still detonatin'
I've, lead the nation in ill verses for like three years runnin'
Check my track record, I...
Smash records, but I...
Got to get back to the past
Samurai Jack with a pen and a pad
A brother split you in half
They should've never gave us instrumentals
Now we're indivisible
Quintessential not an individual with the lyrical
I show the way of the shinobi beyond the mic stand
Hit you with, Sixty-Four Palms, Eight Trigrams
So pick a song for me to drop you on
I can see through all your bullshit, I got the Byakugan
Hyuga Clan with the pen in my hand
For some abysmal shit
I'm writing rhymes with the Gentle Fist