Angels & Demons
[Intro]What do you see when you're in the dark and the demons come?I see you. I see you standing over the grave of another dead President
[Hook: Bazaar Royale]I see angels above meDemons below meFighting over heaven, heaven, heavenIt's real
[Verse 1: stic.man]America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't give a fuckRun up in the courtroom and wet 'em upGot nothin' to lose but my handcuffsEvery man must choose to lay down or stand upIt's war time, everything is fair, no fearWhen they say the homie murdered the judge, I don't careFuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get awayAnd don't get caught for the crime, I encourage itWe rootin' for the vellein of blackPourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' backIn self-defense we bang the pistol likeLarry Davis or Brian NicholsEvery pig, every public official, the boomerangIs coming back to get you, you reap what you sow, did you?The system you created created a monsterAnd now you scared cause it's coming back to haunt you
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[Verse 2: M-1]Since we gonna take the blame, I'mma rep my name to get my aim rightLet's have an overthrow and after party in the same nightSame height as Huey, same muscle build as MalcolmWith the same circumstances in the hood, you know the outcomeAnd read it in the news about your sergeant and your captainDon't take this as a warning, just another nigga rappin'Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the training and the grapplin'And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police because we smack themAnd fuck you sympathizers with your middle class reactionsCause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the factionsAnd if you didn't know, the G was for George JacksonAnd long live his warrior spirit packin' the MagnumWatching over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actionsWhen we get some freedom you niggas can start braggin'Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon
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[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I startedCan spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-heartedIt doesn't matter whose missiles can shoot the farthestWhen you're a target in an Afghan Teutoberg ForestClose quarters combat over corrupted electionsBilderberg is like cancer, it grows an infectionNepotism is the gold and the conductor's connectionAnd ignorance is the prison that the people are kept inThe military ain't there for the people's protectionThey're just there to protect an investmentThat's why people get arrested, electrocuted, molestedConnected streets are infested with those tired of protestin'Traumatized children grow to guerilla garrisons9/11 generations pale in comparisonAnd you will learn a lesson repeated through historyThat no matter what you think, occupation is not victory