IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE lyrics : "Angels & Demons"
"What do you see when you're in the dark and the demons come?"
"I see you. I see you standing over the grave of another dead president"
[Hook: Bazaar Royale]
I see angels above me
Demons below me
Fighting over heaven, heaven, heaven
[Verse 1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't give a $#[email protected]
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
$#[email protected] '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, ^!$$%s is shootin' back
In self defense we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created created a monster
And now you scared cause it's coming back to haunt you
[Verse 2: M-1]
Since we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and after party in the same night
Same height as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the news about your sergeant and your captain
Don't take this as a warning, just another ^!$$% rappin'
$#[email protected] the way we organizing, $#[email protected] the training and the grapplin'
And $#[email protected] them Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them
And $#[email protected] you sympathizers with your middle class reactions
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, $#[email protected] 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' ^!$$%s be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you ^!$$%s can start braggin'
Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon
[Verse 3: 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
[Outro: Immortal Technique]
Iraq, bring it back