Ed O.G. & Da Bulldogs - Speak Upon It lyrics

(feat. Ace&Quan, Def Jef) [Malcolm X] But when it comes to uhh Protecting the lives of twenty-two million Afro-Americans Then all of a sudden, Uncle Sam becomes very concious, of legality.. [Ed O.G.] Here's the reason that, I've been upset for a while Cause if you're black you get life, but if you're white you're on trial Ain't nuttin to it, just like that chump Charles Stewart They're always claimin, that the devil made me do it For insurance, he k**ed his wife and his child And blamed it on a brother, and racists got buckwild He had the media, believin the, aesop fable And all the whites were like, "I can't wait 'til They catch the ba*tard - I hope they fry him" They were sure that he did it, there was no need to try him And Willy Bennett, who was in it to win it Got ba**ed and hara**ed cause they was sure that he did it And the thing that really pissed me off and truly offended me Is the s**ers wanted to reinstate the d**h penalty For a brother man, but not the other man And when they found out, he k**er her hisself, hmm on the other hand Now it's inhumane, bring it back they wouldn't dare But his brother confessed he was with it, so give HIM the chair But that won't happen with that punk Dukakis Flynn and Mickey Roach, you better just watch for us I don't wanna hear that you're sorry to me After you tore up, and started a war up in the black community It's out of the news, but it's still in my head Charles Stewart still lives even though the s**er's dead I'ma speak upon it [Malcolm X] He is trying to wipe, you, out Trying to eliminate your total existance With falsehood and lies And he's succeeding in doing it! [Ace&Quan] Now here's a verse about a relative, that coulda lived But k**ed by a cop that thought negative UHH, shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James Tell them his motherf**in name! Phillip Pernell, murdered by a devil That never saw a cell, so I'm here to raise hell and tell About a child that was left to decay And the next couple of days the pig was suspended with pay Receivin support from cops and superior courts And all we receive is a bullet inside a corpse Now tell me, what type of justice has been done What woulda happened if I shot his son? I woulda been k**ed, taken to a chamber and filled up with gas But yet nothin has happened to (?) So I had to take two extra steps And put it on wax, cause I couldn't let it rest (why?) Cause I can't stand to see Satan smile And get away with takin the life of a child You meant to do it, so now your motto is (tell 'em) The more bullets, the less blacks live (you better) Watch your back you murderer because you're wanted (uhh) But for now, yo, I guess I gotta speak upon it [Malcolm X] We've got to come together Pool our efforts, our strength, our finance And build our own nation The Chinese did it, it's called Chinatown! [Def Jef] Let me speak upon this with a radical take as I take Time to talk about the systematical break-down And deliberate destruction through miseducation Of the Nubian Nation Startin in kindergarten, continuin through college They continue to kick you trick knowledge And call it education but I call it trainin Washin your brain into gainin and maintainin The American dream, but to me it's a nightmare Because they keeps ya right where They want you to be, mentally, physically, and monetarily As you go merrily merrily merrily Down the stream but it's more like up sh**'s creek Without a paddle and the boat's got a leak We start drownin in all that sh**, gettin deeper Mind's in a chokehold or should I say a sleeper But I ain't goin out like Rip Van Winkle So you can't gas me up anymore, and I think you know That I can see clearly now the rain is gone It's bright outside, I see the light, and I'ma speak upon it YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause all that sh** they taught me in school amounted up to ZERO (Word is bond!) Abraham Lincoln ain't my motherf**in hero, y'knowhatI'msayin? (That Devil ain't my hero neither) Word up, yo this is Def Jef the poet with soul Coolin with my man Eddie O.G. On a funky funky funky funky funky funky track (Yeah, Bulldogs is out there, y'knahmsayin? ShaQuan, peace to you and Ace, y'knahmsayin? Peace to Teddy Ted, Special K, DJ Doc, Ramos Yeah boys, the soul brothers, y'knahmsayin?) Oh yeah yeah, Craig B. (?) Love and the Legend And DJ Eric Vaughn, hah (Word up) Yeah [Malcolm X] Notice this! They put "In God We Trust" on a dollar bill They don't even have it on a church And don't even open the verses of their bible But on the dollar bill is a big sign "In God We Trust," correct? Then they have, on the back of the dollar bill The key, the scales, the pyramids All of the symbols of bondage, slavery How they took the country, who they took it from Who you ARE, the builders of the pyramids Without your EYES.. You are the builders of the pyramids without your EYES Because you don't know you did it Why don't he know? Because a traitor, taught him to eat wrong foods, since he was a baby Put pork in him - has you eatin pigs feet and ribs Has you livin in his image And took away your divinity And replacin it, with his low animalization.. [fades out]