M-1 - A.W.O.L. lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz and (M-1)] Absent without leave. (Absent). Salute. (Salute). (Let me out!). Let me out! (Aah!). Aah! [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I'm Shaka Sankofa, a reincarnated soldier The eyes of Mumia staring at you through a poster On the move like John. Africa on my arm I hate America! The stage is Saigon Where they holding me? Like the Angola Three Parasites patrolling me—microchips in your groceries We've been crossed, hoodwinked, bamboozled Klans noose you for the brown skin [?] Don't let scams confused you—we ain't free here Soon, they'll charge you to breath air So I'm going A.W.O.L. with a spray can and slay all Blackface on the dark side like Vader You could vote for Bush, push Gore or Nader They all hate us culprit communicators Talking demon crap, they Republican And you go to school and got to fight a tank to get in Instead of phonics, they're hooked on prison economics Incarcerate y'all, make a bigger profit Damn. Attica [?], Comstock And when you make a MOVE, they fly through and bomb your block [Hook: M-1 and (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2) Runaway slave watching the North Star Shackles on my forearm. Running with a gun in my palm (I'm A.W.O.L.!). Running with a gun my palm (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!). Still running with a gun in my palm [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] In the belly of the beast, heart of the demon Fire-breathing. You listen to liars all evening TVs deceiving. Red tears, eyes bleeding Looking for leaders, who you believe in? Marx and Lenin. Shot hit men and women Sharks fish where you swim in, kiss snakes, sip venom I wanna shoot five with a cop on my block While his partners and my people watch Spot him ten points, let him use his Glock. He still can't win My knuckle guns give headshots to blue chins You in my camp—none run when sh**'s on Anybody snitch get flipped on By a worker ant. Someone disturbing camp I spit kerosene, burn street lamps when I get amped In a planned hood clean guns, steal canned goods Give ‘em to my peeps to eat—we all should Free to land, they homeless. Ain't we all? Parachutes rip, slugs hit, we freefall And drop quick. Unarmed comrades got hit In the hood on some 41 shot sh** [Hook: M-1 and (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2) Runaway slave watching the North Star Shackles on my forearm. Running with a gun in my palm (I'm A.W.O.L.!). Running with a gun my palm (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!). Still running with a gun in my palm [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Let's get free, y'all (Free, y'all). Grab a uniform Let's go A.W.O.L. (See, y'all?). We in Desert Storm Black helicopters hover the hood and watch us Steal natural resources like we in Chiapas Test your sin. Veterans condemn Contention workers going out like Mexicans (Ándale, ándale, ándale) We crossed the borders, but we now here Now fear a war on USA like Algiers sh**'s popping off—smart missiles, Molotovs Sons take over when the father's lost Free Fred! I rode the beat like the back of a paddy wagon In deep thought, not knowing what could happen Dropping knowledge, growing seeds of wisdom Understanding the youth of the song's rhythm The gutter's the information given to arm you Anything else could be bad for your health and harmful I'm a welfare poet, freedom fighter, activist My art of war is more than some rapping sh**! Feds go P-O-W (Bust you), leave you in a vacant stance Lost focus when you left your concentration camp Let's go A.W.O.L.! [Hook: M-1 and (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2) Runaway slave watching the North Star Shackles on my forearm. Running with a gun in my palm (I'm A.W.O.L.!). Running with a gun my palm (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!). Still running with a gun in my palm [Interlude: M-1 and (C-Rayz Walz)] (A.W.O.L.!). I'm out of this b**h. (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!) Freedom first—then we get rich. (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!) Trigger finger starting to itch. (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!) Stick the president's b**h. (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!) Uh. (What?!?) Nah mean? People Army. Still out of this b**h. (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!) Huh? (Aah!). Who with me? Still running with a gun in my palm (Wait) Still running with a gun in my palm Still running with a gun in my palm Still running with a gun in my palm Still running with a gun in my palm (I'm A.W.O.L.!) [Hook: M-1 and (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2) Runaway slave watching the North Star Shackles on my forearm. Running with a gun in my palm (I'm A.W.O.L.!). Running with a gun my palm (What?!? I'm A.W.O.L.!). Still running with a gun in my palm (What?!?)