Ras Ka** - Machine Gun lyrics

[Verse 1: Ras Ka**] I be the cop in a plan fella And I ain't got the patience of Mandela Rather hop out the van yelling "Battlecry" I'mma [?], give us free or give us die Patrick Henry said in 1775 And he's an American patriot So why when I say it they claim it's hatred Pot calling the kettle, they paint you as racist When they still discriminate cause the color of our faces Disenfranchise ingentrificated Disproportionately incarcerated Racial profiled them, slayed them [?] Hood with bamboos or they miseducated sh**, but still we rise Against Oscar Grant's murder and Oakland homicide f** police it's time to ride Against the American injustice, human rights violations worldwide Your struggle is our struggle, our muscle is your muscle From y'all fort to the back, it's all struggle Ended [?], but the fight ain't done Al Capone sh**, hand me my machine gun [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] I'm that Malcolm X photo, By Any Means Peaking out the window with a M16 Still sagging my jeans, yeah my wrist may gleam Bumping Wu-Tang, cause in this life it take cream And after your money right, then you go to war That's Machavellian, and The Art of War's core I'm like Bilbo taking the ring to Mordor Battling orcs, politicians, wizards and more who*es And if I'm forced to fight, the battle must be won Starting with b**h n***as in these slums Racist a** corporate America wrote the play But my [?] watchmen said "Freedom ain't free" And I wish the war was there, but the rich k** the weak And I wish we could all just hold hands like Dr. King's speech But it ain't so - 'till that day comes I'm front line soldier, hand me my machine gun [Verse 3: Ras Ka**] The laws of God are above the laws of man I'm like David fighting Goliath, AK in my hand Make em today when it's time to take a stand Black Panther Party, Nation of Islam W.E. Du Bois, Frank Douglas and so on Cause they send you to Iraq to drop bombs Come home and they still gon' call you a n***a Boys call us [?], how's that not clear? I've gone fishing, I'm not here I'm on the roof, sniper rifle, I will pop here Or hop out with the saw chase a n***a down Place ammunition, point, lay a n***a down Lyrically I weigh a thousand pounds We withstand one hand holding a 50 cal Assa**inate all my enemies, then I'm out Hide in Bolivia then escape to Liberia