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Immortal Technique ft. Dead Prez - Angels & Demons (Lyrics)

Dont forget to rate [Hook: Bazaar Royale] I see angels above me Demons below me Fighting over heaven, heaven, heaven It's real [Verse 1: stic.man] America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't give a fuck Run up in the courtroom and wet 'em up Got nothing to lose but my handcuffs Every man must choose to lay down or stand up It's war time, everything is fair, no fear When they say the homie murdered the judge, I don't care Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get away And don't get caught for the crime, I encourage it We rootin' for the villain in black Pourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back In self defense we bang the pistol like Larry Davis or Brian Nichols Every pig, every public official, the boomerang Is coming back to get you, you reap what you sow The system you created created a monster And now you scared cause it's coming back to haunt you [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Immortal Technique] I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started Can spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-hearted It doesn't matter whose missiles can shoot the farthest When you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest Close quarters combat over corrupted elections Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an infection Nepotism is the gold and the conductor's connection And ignorance is the prison that the people are kept in The military ain't there for the people's protection They're just there to protect an investment That's why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested Connected streets are infested with those tired of protestin' Traumatized children grow to guerilla garrisons 9/11 generations pale in comparison And you will learn a lesson repeated through history That no matter what you think, occupation is not victory [Hook x2] [Verse 3: M-1] Since we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right Let's have an overthrow and after party in the same night Same height as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome And read it in the news about your sergeant and your captain Don't take this as a warning, just another nigga rappin' Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the training and the grapplin' And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them And fuck you sympathizers with your middle class reactions Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions And if you didn't know, the G was for George Jackson And long live his warrior spirit packin' the Magnum Watching over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin' When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actions When we get some freedom you niggas can start braggin' Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon Follow me on Twitter here:   / radicalleftist