Machine Gun - Domingo, Ras Kass

I be the cop in a plan fella

And I ain’t got the patience of Mandela

Rather hop out the van yelling «Battlecry»

I’mma, give us free or give us die

Patrick Henry said in 1775

And he’s an American patriot

So why when I say it they claim it’s hatred

Pot calling the kettle, they paint you as racist

When they still discriminate cause the color of our faces

Disenfranchise ingentrificated

Disproportionately incarcerated

Racial profiled them, slayed them

Hood with bamboos or they miseducated

Shit, but still we rise

Against Oscar Grant’s murder and Oakland homicide

Fuck police it’s time to ride

Against the American injustice, human rights violations worldwide

Your struggle is our struggle, our muscle is your muscle

From y’all fort to the back, it’s all struggle

Ended, but the fight ain’t done

Al Capone shit, hand me my machine gun

I’m that Malcolm X photo, By Any Means

Peaking out the window with a M16

Still sagging my jeans, yeah my wrist may gleam

Bumping Wu-Tang, cause in this life it take cream

And after your money right, then you go to war

That’s Machavellian, and The Art of War’s core

I’m like Bilbo taking the ring to Mordor

Battling orcs, politicians, wizards and more whores

And if I’m forced to fight, the battle must be won

Starting with bitch niggas in these slums

Racist ass corporate America wrote the play

But my watchmen said «Freedom ain’t free»

And I wish the war was there, but the rich kill the weak

And I wish we could all just hold hands like Dr. King’s speech

But it ain’t so — 'till that day comes

I’m front line soldier, hand me my machine gun

The laws of God are above the laws of man

I’m like David fighting Goliath, AK in my hand

Make em today when it’s time to take a stand

Black Panther Party, Nation of Islam

W.E.

Du Bois, Frank Douglas and so on

Cause they send you to Iraq to drop bombs

Come home and they still gon' call you a nigga

Boys call us, how’s that not clear?

I’ve gone fishing, I’m not here

I’m on the roof, sniper rifle, I will pop here

Or hop out with the saw chase a nigga down

Place ammunition, point, lay a nigga down

Lyrically I weigh a thousand pounds

We withstand one hand holding a 50 cal

Assassinate all my enemies, then I’m out

Hide in Bolivia then escape to Liberia