Apollo Brown - X lyrics

[Intro: Malcolm X] "And if someone [were to] come to you right now and say 'Let's separate,' You'd say the same thing the house negro said on the plantation.. What you mean, separate? From America? This good white man? Where you gonna get a better job than you get here? I mean this is what you say! I don't... I ain't left nothin' in Africa That's what you say.. While you left your mind in Africa" Verse 1: b**h I'm back I'm back for the 10th time Catalyzin revolution, the national enzyme From the land, where becoming a fan is dickridin You live with 2 picks, Be a slave, or split ties I know it wasn't the plan to switch sides Or to shuffle the momentum, the clan just shifts tides It's implied, that we burn your insides Lyrical spitfire n***a let the synth ride Let go of goals and exposed my soul Knock-knockin for opportunity, Beggin to get immunity Seventeenage but soon to influence the whole community k**in the coonery Meanwhile, runnin ya necks for j**elry Under duress, in tune The elephant in the room Full of peanut holdin f*ggots, that's plottin upon my doom It's soundin like a counterstrike is quintessential Track murder's never incidental X (Break) "What is the difference between a black revolution And a negro revolution? ...Bloodshed! You haven't got a revolution that doesn't involve bloodshed And you are afraid to bleed ..I said, you're afraid to bleed! Verse 2 f** the world if you can grab it Life's a b**h... and Lil Wayne's a f**in f*ggot Pardon my French It's just a habit, I been harborin tense For labels nothing's adding up cause they ain't marketing sense f** it.. Our count of dollars is sh** So when our ends come up, we do the math and hit the mall to repent ..Maybe they should offer us tents Droppin racks to clear the racks, it should be all on the rent I hit the homie, ordered 30 nugs of stank cus Our home is in foreclosure and they say my mama bankrupt Tryna get some bread, you n***as tryna getcha rank up Pushin hella dank, just to fill the f**in tank up .. So whatchu know bout that my mans? Blank The expression on they face, when I play my f**in tape Sealin my fate Shouts to God and Satan k** em all, we ain't got time to escape.. X The holographic apocalypse is on it's way.. Look up As the sane minded Use mic stands, pots and pans To push raps, gats and other contrabands The rest of the world hopelessly rests in fates arms And as sh** grows tense Less and less will make sense... Doom starts with an A Freedom starts with an X