[Intro: Pharoahe Monch & Benito Mussolini Sample]
Noi siamo tesi all'avvenire, che sentiamo come una creazione
Now I don't know what you been told
But it sounds satanic to me
Bodies left cold in the street to die
And all the children in misery, and I said
Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah
Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah
Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah
Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill]
Fight, fight, the n***as and the cops
The n***as don't win, the n***as get shot
The n***as get mopped, the n***as get knocked
The n***as get popped, the n***as get dropped
Fight, fight, the n***as and the cops
The n***as don't win, the n***as get shot

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Basically, this is a metamorphosis of the matrix
Allow me to morph into Morpheus and escape with
Metaphysical laws, so lost and sacred
They'll transform in front of your eyes and shape-shift
While we fight over who the true father of Christ is
We're suffering inside of an economical crisis
Children of the soul, the righteous
Turn into Black vampires, lost and lifeless
And you better protect your neck
And I'm not talking about Wu-Tang or ISIS
They'll pick you out the crowd on some Price Is Right shit
Burn a cross, water hose, dogs and nightsticks
Yeah, that's what it used to be, see, they would usually
Just hang a n***a, fuck 'em
Now they don't have the time to decorate the trees so they buck 'em
Buck, buck, buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, buck 'em (Fight)
[Pre-Chorus: B-Real]
This little piggy killed a minor
Same piggy got paid to stay home
This next pork chop removed his body cam
And he aimed his Glock at my dome
This flatfoot prefers chokeholds
Steroids changes his mode (Oh, no)
He shoots his blood with testosterone
Just to follow that American code (Damn)

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill]
Fight, fight, the n***as and the cops
The n***as don't win, the n***as get shot
The n***as get mopped, the n***as get knocked
The n***as get popped, the n***as get dropped
Fight, fight, the n***as and the cops
The n***as don't win, the n***as get shot

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
You heard of the murderers in Ferguson? The nerve of them
Never protected and servin' 'em, it's worse than the Tuskegee experiments
Desertin' 'em, inserting 'em with syphilis
Close the curtain on 'em, inconspicuous, admit it it's a
Undeserved and ridiculous resurgence of wickedness
That occurs when the witnesses insist it was viciousness
The trick is the picketers get depicted when picketing
And pick-pocketers, cops, are lickin' they chops when they ticketing
(Fuck democracy) Gotta be, it's a fallacy, listen, follow me
Prisoners of a system acknowledge there's no equalities
No apologies needed for n***as and jigaboos
The policy is that death is the quickest way to get rid of you
So one for the insta', two for the 'tution
Three for the forefathers that had a revolution
And four, now that the war's cerebral
You'll let me prognosticate on the mic like Ezekiel
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill]
Fight, the n***as and the cops
The n***as don't win, the n***as get—
The n***as get— the n***as get—
The n***as get— the n***as get dropped
Fight, fight, the n***as and the cops
The n***as don't win, the n***as get—