Reflection Eternal, dead prez - Sharp Shooters lyrics

Everything is politics i Ching
Kweli people Army
You know it

The white man came to Africa
With rifles and Bibles
Heard the name, started changin’ the titles
Now instead of Chaka
Call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution
Fuck a wage earner
See, I be what John Wilkes
Booth was to Lincoln blam! Sirhan Sirhan
Peepin' through the curtains with my
Eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy
Keep your toast close
Because political power come from
The barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a PE logo


I watch for the po-po
(woop woop) and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working class hero
Takin’ a stand
Like a Panther with an M-1 Garand
Screamin', "Know your gun laws
Self-defense is a must"
When we set it off I'mma be the first to bust

Yo, I'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The jakes respect me i'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The jakes respect me

What do you do?
When the police kick in your door like
"Get on the floor"
Shoot you in the back ‘cause who you are
And where you at's against the law
You try to protect your home
With the illest arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and
Stop fuckin’ with them hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause
Givin’ it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother
(word) , fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack Gatlings
To make a rat sing like Nat
King before they start blasting (blow)
With no accuracy
Handling they beef in the public
Now an innocent child got a bag for a stomach
Property value plummet every time
A shot is fired (c'mon)
People feelin’ betrayed
So they take the street to riot
Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit
Takin over the entire block
Politicians say it's time to march
But people is past that
Ready to blast at whatever comin’
From the master or for office
Niggas is sick of runnin’

Yeah, all my soldiers raise it up c'mon now
(Bust ya guns) yeah
Kweli with dead prez c'mon (Blow blow)

I'm deep in the runs
Where all that niggas give a
Fuck about is stackin’ funds
The black and young type
That's packin’ automatic guns
If any static comes
Sporadic shots'll ring out
You get caught up
You get your fucking brains blown clean out
The killers reign supreme
Survival of the illest brain and scheme
For cream, you know the game in my vein
I feel the pain for all
The niggas that passed away
Tryna get cash the fastest way we know how
The old fashion way
Blastin’, we actin like cock
Tecs and tenements
My squad flex if any shit pop
And put an end to it
It's like hell this planet I'm from
Consist of diligent crack sale
Assisting off the backs of young black males
It's innocent
Suspending in packed jails that benefit
White well-being when niggas catch
Hell just for being
You might as well have a life of crime
Ain't nothin’ free in this life i stick
A nine in ya spine for mine
No time for talk ‘cause I walk when I talk
Stalkin’ sidewalks, of course
With the eyes of a hawk
Crack a quart to get away from
This trife world and thought
Puffin’ Newports ‘cause life's a bitch
And it's too short
My crew sport leather, gold, camouflage
Rugged denim deadliest venom
Totin’ buckets with nothin’ in 'em
But ruckus, some ill muthafuckas for real
Straight hustlas with nothin’ but
A taste for kill

Yo, I'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The jakes respect me i'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The jakes respect me

Yo, I'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The jakes respect me i'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The jakes respect me

Yeah, c'mon all my soldiers
Brooklyn, where you at?
Florida, Cincinnati, where you at?
Africa, where you at? Yo