Darnell Williams, Elohim, Denzel Curry - Pale Fire lyrics

I feel like Huey's last words before he died
You can kill a rebel
But the revolution survives
Every real nigga in history, always crucified
Quote wrong rhymes then read the lines
And feed 'em to feeble minds food for die
My dialect you digest that's on the daily
Roses are red, violets are blue
Brothers pushing up daisies
They say justice is blind, let me ask
This, if that was a fact, then
She would be livin' in blackness
That resembles my black skin
X'd out Malcolm Little then left
Him left Detroit Red
Marked in a mausoleum for leadin' the mislead
This for the crackers that thinkin'
They are Judge Dredd
That turn a prophecy when I come
And I cut your head

In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back and get down
(Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot)
In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back and get down

Straight up, fuck the police, stay
Off a nigga dick, bitch
They shootin' without reason, or huntin'
It's nigga season he moanin'
He couldn't breathe and they did
Him just like Rahim
After Tray got shot by the
I taste blood while sippin' my tea
Put a couple chains on my neck
Because honestly I'm not free
What the fuck do you want from me?
Steady killin' off all the kings
Tired of turnin' the other cheek and
Still gettin' our asses beat
That's that bullshit
Please don't believe that Obama
Can do a thing
Except give us another speech about how
We should keep the peace, nigga
I'm through with the protest
Need a bulletproof vest
Underneath my crew neck, with two TECs
I won't be who's next
Motherfuck yo' cop badge
Yo' soft ass a bitch and a half
That's word to Boosie and any
Hood that's bein' harassed, blast

In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back and get down
(Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot)
In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back and get down

Get chest pains everytime I see the news
Type of blues leave a nigga leave a nigga
Stressed before he lacin' shoes
I'm lookin' at channel 2
Brothers dyin' on some crazy shit
Tears flood the street from the
Mothers 'cause they baby hit
Ask us, "Is we scared?" Hell yeah man
A lil' bit 'Cause all this pigment made us
Targets since some little kids
Fuck the politics
Jesse Jackson can go suck a dick
It's evident that nigga care only
In front of CNN we livin' it
Life at the bottom of the pyramid
Foolishness, it's crazy 'cause our
Ancestors built this shit
Royal blood in me, not a thug
I'm a fuckin' prince raised in the ghetto
Lost my history on the slavery ship

In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back and get down
(Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot)
In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back and get down
(Hands up, don't shoot, hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot, hands up)