RiZ609, Conway The Machine - More Malcolm Less Martin lyrics

We are oppressed, we are exploited
We are downtrotted
We are denied not only simple rights
But even human rights
So the only way we're gonna get some of this
Oppression and exploitation away from us
Or the same from us is come
Together against a common enemy
Who taught you to hate the
Texture of your hair?
Who taught you to hate the
Color of your skin?
Who taught you to hate the
Shape of your nose?
And the shape of your lips
Who taught you to hate yourself?
From the top of your head to
The soles of your feet
Who taught you to hate your own kind?
Who taught you to hate the
Race that you belong to? Griselda

Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X
Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther
Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger
Don't ever question if I got
The heart to shoot you

As we walk
We must make the plans that we shall arm ways
March ahead we shall not turn back

They say the best things come
From the worst shit
This all facts, this ain't no verse shit
I done fought the state on some vs shit
Feeling like Franklin
In day touched his first prick
First trip, I did 95 all night
Did Chuck tell the Converse Off White?
The laser at your eyes if it's on sight
Grace on the red with the orange stripe
When I brought the Lex' I
Felt like Malcolm Little
Riding down Martin Luther Boulevard
Dutch too tight, you gotta pull it hard
I'm the new black Jake Gyllenhaal
Putting your spoon on the bullet scar
Cook it raw, eye emojis, look it all
We was up all night scrambling egg whites
Atlantic city niggas gamble with your life

Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X
Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther
Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger
Don't ever question if I got
The heart to shoot you

When will you be satisfied
We will never be satisfied as
Long as the negro
Is the victim of unspeakable
Horror of police brutality

They say Machine only raps about how he
Got shot and how he shooting niggas
That's because I got shot and I shoot niggas
Would you rather I rap about
Some shit I don't do, nigga
So I can be like one of these new niggas
This rap shit, I only respect a few niggas
Everybody else, it's middle finger to you
Nigga
Used to cheffing ghost and all my Wu niggas
Shooting cans through the shortcut
And hit 2 niggas
Spikes on the Christian Lou' slippers
Any pair of these sipper
My attitude is fuck it
Russel Westbrook mixed with Boogie' cousins
Rocking the Louis bucket
Bitch on the plane with 50Ps in her luggage
The bezel on the 41 millimeter flooded
When they try my 11
I know how to mask and glove it machine

Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X
Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther
Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger
Don't ever question if I got
The heart to shoot you

Well, as long as it
Is an intelligently organized, uh
Effort that is being made, uh
The discipline involved will keep on
People for acting intelligently