T-K.A.S.H. - Don't Stop the Movement (Warrior Dance Mix) lyrics

{*17 second instrumental to open*} [Paris] Guerrillas in the mist The mainstream team with pro-black twist {*echoes*} Hard truth soldiers in the game Hard truth soldiers back again P Dog, I evolve I drag pigs to the slaughter house, vut I never eat hog As the fed and the World Bank seesaw We keep y'all in deep awe cause we raw Like uncooked crack by the government Hit like a base rock, listen to the ba** knock Free 'em in Jena, by any means they walk Let's see who ready to squeeze Givin power to the people and take back America Panic in the head of the state, pa** the Derringer Aim and shoot, Beruit to Bay Area Bury a Homeland Security card carrier [Hook: repeat 2X] Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up Don't stop the movement! Don't stop it, don't stop it Don't stop it, don't stop it [Paris] Panther power, acid showers This land is ours, stand and shout it This plan to cower, isn't ours This man is proud, keep the scandalous out Now if it ain't what we about, it's irrelevant U.S. policy route? Embarra**in Never leavin you without, we got medicine And we never bend, we got better sense Hard truth revolutionary black militant d**h to the Minutemen, checks to the immigrants Streets still feelin it, we still k**in it We still slaughterin hawks, feed the innocent Read the imprint Guerrilla Funk was birthed outta necessity, collectively Respectively, to behead the beast On behalf of the left wing scared to speak, NOW GET UP~! [Hook] [Paris - in background over Hook] Yeah... hell yeah... that's right [Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan] Something is WRONG! Wrong with the government in which we live Wrong with the leaders that lead us Wrong with us... and the way we respond, to our enemy and each other This nation is not about poor people! Whether they're black, brown, red, yellow or white This nation is about RICH people! And to hell with the weak, the poor, they must serve~! [Hook] - overlaps Farrakhan's speech [Added to Hook] Don't stop it, don't stop it Don't stop it, don't stop it [Paris] Guerrilla on the loose Scars on my neck but I'm holdin on the noose Stars rock ice but they rollin like Roots Thugs on the mic but they all shine shoes See I don't care who you is or where you from You look like slaves and tricks when soldiers come And anybody disagree can get done Coons'll run, battle lines are drawn Take one for the U.S.A., the new Babylon Renegade nation formed to do battle on Man-made war for mind control, carried on Mainstream media platforms to rattle y'all But I can't be shook by the White House Never go the right route, that's the right route Bury me a 'G' for Guerrilla and I climb out With the nine out, no time for time out Get up! [Hook] [Protesting crowd] The people, united, will never be defeated The people, united, will never be defeated The people, united, will never be defeated The people, united, will never be defeated The people, united, will never be defeated The people, united, will never be defeated The people, united, will never be defeated The people, united, will never be defeated The people... [T-K.A.S.H.] Bringing you back what you miss in hip-hop Hard Truth, S-s-s-s-s-s-s-Soldier Radio [Paris] Yeah~! [George Clinton] Whoahhh-HO!! [Unknown voice - repeat 2X] G-U-E-R-R-I-L-L-A Funk We demand, just be some freaks {*saxophone solo*} [Paris] We don't ask no mo' or question, we take it, we just take it And we don't wait for them no mo' we take it, we just take it We all come up or none, it's all love, we take it, we just take it Now we don't wait for them no mo' we take it, we just take it (Don't stop the movement!) [Unknown voice - repeat 2X] G-U-E-R-R-I-L-L-A Funk We demand, just be some freaks {*instrumental solo with P-Funk sound effects*} [George Clinton] Yeah he look awful but he'll tee off like when we take off of course Comin in under par with the stroke of his voice, follow through Yet he's drivin you crazy with the words that he utters From the tee to the green usin the wood for a putter That's what he said, no he didn't stutter! Reachin the hole in just one stroke Fore~! Woo Socially engineered anarchy induced chaos So you playaz, you can count on it~! Nothing lost around here, it's on the one That fuss was us! Them metaphors leaving metafools metaphysically in a state of euphoria One mo' time! Hey! You're in the presence of your past And now they wanna count us out But they are now, being funked down We program, biologically, to benefit us The age of modification, hahahahaha (Don't stop the movement!) [Unknown voice - repeat 4X] G-U-E-R-R-I-L-L-A Funk We demand, just be some freaks {*instrumental fade 28 seconds with one last "don't stop the movement"*}