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| Gunzfactorian Commando | Fight Until' the End Sabac ft. Immortal Technique Sabacalypse (Chorus) Dem' shoot at us Turn around and deny it. People on the streets are dying. We must come together Fight depression and pull de pressure On de system that tries to diss us, tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us. We don't win, we fight again. We gwon fight until the end, until the end, We fight until we win, until we win. (Sabac) Unjustified shootings, fatal chokins, severe beatins, Police attack the innocent without fair reason. Precincts are full of cowards abusin authority. Minorities abuse majority, people livin in poverty. Priority, is them doing right by the nation but large parts of it's been human rights violation. Tired of being patient waitin for internal affairs to show. Improve this, the truth is, we've been burnin for years. Use your weapons, fight back kid, that's how the game goes. My boy Kevin got his skull cracked by pigs in plain clothes. They told him there's agress, if he doesn't stay calm, and proceeded to put cigarettes out in his palm. Now he can't think, he can't feel, Sometimes you gotta grab steel, blast, peal Before they sentence you and serve your last meal. I know fightin back is easier said then actin Let's start movin forward and stop steppin backwards. (Chorus) Dem' shoot at us Turn around and deny it. People on the streets are dying. We must come together Fight depression and pull de pressure On de system that tries to diss us, tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us. We don't win, we fight again. We gwon fight until the end, until the end, We fight until we win, until we win. (Immortal Technique) On the day, me and Sabac Red, drop dead, knocked by the feds, Or get shot with a glock in the head Like the.. bloods on the corner, the block'll be red And like the passion of Christ, there'll be alot to be said **** a protest in the street wit all of my peeps My soul will never let a crooked cops family sleep. And you'll never find peace, even them retired men. Like imma do to all yo cops that turned into firemen. I'll give you trojan lyin in the sleepin hypnosis, Nightmares about drownin in the ocean erosions. Molested by dead bodies full of worms and locousts. But the insects are nothing when the judgement approaches. Call my spirit the coldest, you say that I'm bitter But I'm sick of cops callin me a spic and *****. And you pigs probably wont get the message I write you, Cuz the industry is racist, mother ****ers just like you. (Chorus) Dem' shoot at us Turn around and deny it. People on the streets are dying. We must come together Fight depression and pull de pressure On de system that tries to diss us, tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us. We don't win, we fight again. We gwon fight until the end. (Sabac) Not everyone is built for war when it comes to cops and Fear plays a part so I'll inform you of your options. Get the names and badges of cops from the precinct Show your face in the street so police know you decent. Keep them on their toes take flicks and videos Impose injustices cuz them clips can be gold. Hold a coalition in your buildin, a new movement, Raise cash, start a civilian review unit. Be aware of wrong doings, inform your whole alliance. Write the senator to put a end to the cold and silence. Let's unite fight back know our rights watch the government. Apply better laws and enforce harsher punishment, For pigs who beat kids for no apparent reason. We acted on the defense while battlin the precinct. If the system wont respond to your truth and facts, Bear arms, they've been warned, retaliate and shoot back. (Chorus) Dem' shoot at us Turn around and deny it. People on the streets are dying. We must come together Fight depression and pull de pressure On de system that tries to diss us, tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us. We don't win, we fight again. We gwon fight until the end, until the end, We fight until we win, until we win. |
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| Gunzfactorian Veteran Hero | Then my mom got scared And said "you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in bell-air" I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to bell-air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my throne as the prince of bell-air |
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