Domingo, Ras Kass - Machine Gun lyrics

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
WE 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