Isa Muhammad - #BlackLivesMatter lyrics

[Intro: Isa Muhamad] Hey n***a, I ain't about to keep rapping for free They k**ing n***as in the street, supposedly n***as in dashikis and shooting n***as off rooftops And sh** n***a, this sh** going crazy n***a I need my f**ing M's n***a, real talk, Isa Muhammad [Verse: Isa Muhammad] Slave blood Apartheid, Malcom X and King died Jesse Jackson's Mustache, Al Sharpton's Perm Sweat Police coming keep sweat, I suspect you keep Tecs Wu-Tang Protect Ya Neck, Mike Xavier Johnson sh** Drones k**ed the children still, I ain't even got a deal I was in the mansion once occupied by Holyfield Cotton picked out in the field, strange fruit is growing still All my n***as know it's sk**, like HIV and Cloverfield Like bullets through my brothers' skin They better hope that Trump don't win Or ashes will be in the wind Like Rodney King was beat again I'm Huey P, I'm Eldridge Cleaver Turn the skeptics to believer Turn a bad b**h to a diva Corner three, I'm Trevor Ariza Throw a Flag I'm refereeing Rappers y'all just out of season Rapping for no f**ing reason Bars gon' give me charge of Treason I'm a f**ing Mausoleum My Futures way too bright for seeing All I know is Carpe Diem, f** n***as I don't see em LSD and Shrooms in case so I can take the pain away And put it all up in the page And make it seem like Nicolas Cage My soul is trapped up in the maze My mind is somewhere out of space I don't recognize my face, all my thoughts without a trace I got Sean Carter's Taste, I got William Roger's Swagger I ain't see no Pentagrams, ain't no blood covered daggers They gon' keep k**in' n***as, Black Lives Doesn't Matter [Outro: Isa Muhammad] Hey, this is for motherf**ing all y'all n***as out there Scared and sh** of the motherf**ing police What the f** you scared of, n***a? You the motherf**ing black man, n***a You the f**ing Original Man, n***a The f** you scared of, n***a? Stand up black man, quit being a b**h, n***a f**ing take care of your families and sh**, n***a Protect your motherf**ing communities, n***a Get your bread up, n***a Quit being a bummy-a** n***a, blood Get your bread up, my n***a This sh** real in the field, my n***a This ain't no motherf**ing game, n***a This the end of time, n***a They want us dead, n***a They want us out of the motherf**ing picture Dead, In Jail before 25, n***a You already know what it is, n***a f**ing Isa Muhammad, n***a f**ing Maybach Music, n***a Can't f** with us, n***a Can't stop this sh**, n***a We gon' be way too rich to k**, n***a