Immortal Technique - Angels & Demons (feat. Bazaar Royale, dead prez) lyrics

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

I see angels above me demons below me
Fighting over heaven, heaven, heaven
It's real

America's nightmare young, black
And just don't give a fuck
Run up in the courtroom and wet 'em up
Got nothin' to lose but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no fear
When they say the homie murdered the judge
I don't care fuck 'em, he deserved it
Long as the homie get away
And don't get caught for the crime
I encourage it
We rootin' for the villain in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute
Niggas is shootin' back
In self-defense we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every public official
The boomerang is coming back to get you
You reap what you sow, did you?
The system you created created a monster
And now you scared 'cause it's
Coming back to haunt you

Since we gonna take the blame
I'mma rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and after
Party in the same night same height as Huey
Same muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood
You know the outcome
And read it in the news about
Your sergeant and your captain
Don'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 them
And fuck you sympathizers with
Your middle class reactions
'Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up
Fuck the factions and if you didn't know
The G was for George Jackson
And long live his warrior
Spirit packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers
Knowin' niggas be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined
In our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you
Niggas can start braggin'
Till then, inside the blood of my eye
You see the dragon

I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed
The movement I started
Can spar with the hardest
The martyr regarded as Spartacus hearted
It doesn't matter whose missiles
Can shoot the farthest
When you're a target in
An Afghan Teutoburg Forest
Close quarters combat over
Corrupted elections
Bilderberg is like cancer
It grows an infection
Nepotism is the gold and
The conductor's connection
And ignorance is the prison that
The people are kept in
The military ain't there for
The people's protection
They're just there to protect an investment
That's why people get arrested, electrocuted
Molested connected streets are infested with
Those tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to
Guerilla garrisons 9
11 generations pale in comparison
And you will learn a
Lesson repeated through history
That no matter what you think
Occupation is not victory

Somalia, Kashmir nigeria, Palestine
Iraq, bring it back