(I see y'all too, now what
Uh, yeah
It's goin down in a major way
You know
We're Journalists too
We can strike back
Yeah
Y'all playin dirty though
Y'all playin dirty
We can play dirty
We can get dirty
Yes
No questions)
I pledge resistance to the grass that hides the snakes of america
So they're watchin
Now I walk with caution
More careful
Put more thought to option
Is the opposite of pro-gress con-gress?
From the schools to the streets we're beyond stress
But I fight for peace
That's what the problem is
War is big biz, ask an economist
They're speaking volumes just
Calling anti-war and anti-american synonymous
Back in the day I'da got black listed just for speaking up
Hoover woulda' screamed “communist”
I want black and brown unity
But cats get out and bring that that jail shit to the community
Fighting's nothing new to me,
I even corrected what the public school system tried to do to me.
Here's the spark encoded in rhyme
And love for every one of the devoted in line
We call it art, some call it a crime
It's the rap Michael Moore like “Bowling for Columbine”
On drums
Fahrenheit
911
Al Queda hit the Apple and the world was stunned
The villain
Trained by the hero for killin'
Now you twist twenty-dollar bills up to see buildings
Under heavy surveillance
They might call you a traitor if you want something greater
Don't get me wrong,
America's a great place to live
Just listen to the knowledge I give:
If more than half the budget goes to military spending
Less than half goes to whatever it's defending
One nation,
Many gods
Individuals
With liberties and justice for all who are miserable
(Telemundo, es la musica, es la cultura de hip-hop
……………
escuchela verdad en la musica)
(Dilated Peoples, Nei
