th1rt3en, Cypress Hill - Fight lyrics
[th1rt3en, Cypress Hill - Fight lyrics]
Noi siamo tesi all'avvenire
Che sentiamo come una creazione
Now I don't know what you been told
But it sounds satanic to me
Bodies left cold in the street to die
And all the children in misery, and I said
Nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah, nah
Nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah, nah
Nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah, nah
Nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah, nah
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked
The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
Basically, this is a metamorphosis
Of the matrix allow me to morph into
Morpheus and escape with
Metaphysical laws, so lost and sacred
They'll transform in front of
Your eyes and shape-shift
While we fight over who the
True father of Christ is
We're suffering inside of
An economical crisis
Children of the soul, the righteous
Turn into Black vampires, lost and lifeless
And you better protect your neck
And I'm not talking about Wu Tang or ISIS
They'll pick you out the crowd on
Some Price Is Right shit
Burn a cross, water hose
Dogs and nightsticks
Yeah, that's what it used to be, see
They would usually
Just hang a nigga, fuck 'em
Now they don't have the time to decorate
The trees so they buck 'em
Buck, buck, buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
Buck 'em (Fight)
This little piggy killed a minor
Same piggy got paid to stay home
This next pork chop removed his body cam
And he aimed his Glock at my dome
This flatfoot prefers chokeholds
Steroids changes his mode (Oh, no)
He shoots his blood with testosterone
Just to follow that American code (Damn)
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked
The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
You heard of the murderers in
Ferguson? The nerve of them
Never protected and servin' 'em
It's worse than the Tuskegee experiments
Desertin' 'em, inserting 'em with syphilis
Close the curtain on 'em, inconspicuous
Admit it it's a
Undeserved and ridiculous resurgence
Of wickedness that occurs when the witnesses
Insist it was viciousness
The trick is the picketers
Get depicted when picketing
And pick-pocketers, cops
Are lickin' they chops when they ticketing
(Fuck democracy) Gotta be, it's
A fallacy, listen, follow me
Prisoners of a system acknowledge
There's no equalities
No apologies needed for niggas and jigaboos
The policy is that death is the quickest
Way to get rid of you
So one for the insta', two for the 'tution
Three for the forefathers that
Had a revolution
And four, now that the war's cerebral
You'll let me prognosticate on
The mic like Ezekiel
Fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get
The niggas get the niggas get
The niggas get the niggas get dropped
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get
Che sentiamo come una creazione
Now I don't know what you been told
But it sounds satanic to me
Bodies left cold in the street to die
And all the children in misery, and I said
Nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah, nah
Nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah, nah
Nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah, nah
Nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah, nah
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked
The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
Basically, this is a metamorphosis
Of the matrix allow me to morph into
Morpheus and escape with
Metaphysical laws, so lost and sacred
They'll transform in front of
Your eyes and shape-shift
While we fight over who the
True father of Christ is
We're suffering inside of
An economical crisis
Children of the soul, the righteous
Turn into Black vampires, lost and lifeless
And you better protect your neck
And I'm not talking about Wu Tang or ISIS
They'll pick you out the crowd on
Some Price Is Right shit
Burn a cross, water hose
Dogs and nightsticks
Yeah, that's what it used to be, see
They would usually
Just hang a nigga, fuck 'em
Now they don't have the time to decorate
The trees so they buck 'em
Buck, buck, buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
Buck 'em (Fight)
This little piggy killed a minor
Same piggy got paid to stay home
This next pork chop removed his body cam
And he aimed his Glock at my dome
This flatfoot prefers chokeholds
Steroids changes his mode (Oh, no)
He shoots his blood with testosterone
Just to follow that American code (Damn)
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked
The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
You heard of the murderers in
Ferguson? The nerve of them
Never protected and servin' 'em
It's worse than the Tuskegee experiments
Desertin' 'em, inserting 'em with syphilis
Close the curtain on 'em, inconspicuous
Admit it it's a
Undeserved and ridiculous resurgence
Of wickedness that occurs when the witnesses
Insist it was viciousness
The trick is the picketers
Get depicted when picketing
And pick-pocketers, cops
Are lickin' they chops when they ticketing
(Fuck democracy) Gotta be, it's
A fallacy, listen, follow me
Prisoners of a system acknowledge
There's no equalities
No apologies needed for niggas and jigaboos
The policy is that death is the quickest
Way to get rid of you
So one for the insta', two for the 'tution
Three for the forefathers that
Had a revolution
And four, now that the war's cerebral
You'll let me prognosticate on
The mic like Ezekiel
Fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get
The niggas get the niggas get
The niggas get the niggas get dropped
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get