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Who are you?

You don't know?

Don't tell me negro

That's nothing

What were you before the white man named you a negro

What was your name?

It couldn't have been smith or jones or bush or powell

That wasn't your name

They don't have those kind of names where you and I came from

No what was your name?

And why don't you now know what your name was then

Where was your history?

How did a man wipe out your history?

How did the man what did the man do to make you as dumb, as you are right now






Mutha fuckas I just bought some new chuckas

The old ones bloodied up from stomping out ol' suckas

Big bad killa

Big black gorilla

King kong on yo monkey ass niggas

Step and fetch fucky ass flunky ass niggas

Dick in the booty for them massa' ass niggas

I don't fear no man

Not Bush not Clinton not Osama

Ask your Uncle Thomas how he choose massa' over Obama

You could have a million dollers and a white collar

Liberation costs more then a damn dollar

It costs what Christ gave

King gave

X gave

A billion dollars don't make u an ex-slave

Nigga With an Attitude since fifth grade

I never behave

Rather be a dead man then a live slave



We can say what we like

Put the pressure on 'em

Ice Cube n Killer Mike

Put the pressure on 'em

I can do what I want

Put the pressure on 'em

But god dammit I'm a I'm gone

Put the pressure on 'em

Put the pressure on 'em

Homie put the pressure on 'em

Put the pressure on 'em

Homie put the pressure on 'em

Put the pressure on 'em

Homie put the pressure on 'em

Cause pressure bust pipes

Pressure bust pipes



I'm here to de-program you don't forget what they made your great grandmama do

What they made your great granddaddy do

Without a dollar or a penny or a thank you

The same mutha fuckas wanna gank you

Cause they hate you and the pussy that you came through

Can anybody tell me that it ain't true?

That these mutha fuckas ain't out to hurt you

They'll lock you up, beat you up and work you

Put your life on a thirty year curfew

Little cell little window for you to look through

Even gotta little chair where he can cook you

Nigga please I'm a be in the breeze

Eat em up with my plan like the Japanese

Now I'm over-seas

And I'm trappin' these

Thank god I didn't have to cock n squeeze



Black politicians stop bull-shitin'

And u funky black preachers with your pulpittin'

Our kings had dreams and a big vision

All you give us is goverment and religion

Are you a freedom fighter or a school pigeon

Is you down for your people in the big mission

Or you a dirty nigga workin' for fuckin' a Clinton

Or a dirty nigga workin' for fuckin' a Bush

Another message for the politicians

Better get the police off our ass quickly

If another old lady die in this city

Swear to god we will burn down the fuckin' city

Big schemes

Big dreams

Yea I'm with it folk

But twenty years of sellin' dope is just a fuckin' joke

And so what you the man with that white man

Probation got your answering to a white man



God damnit the Red Dogs And Ramparts runnin' rampent

These pigs going ham sammich

In New York killed a young brother

In Atlanta killed a grand mother

And politicians say save the planet

Fuck that save us damnit

From the black pigs helped 'em kill Sean Bell

I hope it's five degrees hotter for your ass in hell

Race trading bastard you less than trash

I hope when jesus come back he murder yo' ass

So you burn in hell till you burn white ash

To the one that say sorry tell em kiss our ass

We don't need em mutha fucka you can keep it for yourself

I wish you nothing but pain and bad health

I hope luck run away from you and wealth

No honor in life no honor in death

You a Judas to us nigga kill yourself



No negro leaders have fought for civil rights

They paid for civil rights

They have begged the white man for civil rights

They have begged the white man for freedom

And anytime you beg another man to set you free

You will never be free

Freedom is something you have to do for yourselves

And until the american negro let's the white man know

That we are really really ready and willing to pay the price that is necessary for freedom

Our people will always be walking around and second class citizens or what you call twentieth century slaves

(What price are you talking about sir?)

The price of freedom is death