Cypress Hill

"Fight"

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch]
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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 sh*t
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, f**k '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)

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