I
heard your last speech about a non-violent revolution.
Boycotting corporations,
voting in elected officials,
it all sounds good.
But I wonder,
are you ready for a real revolution?
Are you willing to die for your freedom?
Are you willing to die for a better life?
You willing to kill your masters?
Are you really willing to kill your oppressors?
Like the American Revolution?
Are you willing to do whatever it takes
to break these chains off of you and your people,
Bobby?
You know what comes with that, right?
Message to the black man,
call to action,
free the mind cause it's trapped in,
I've been sapping,
uh.
Whip cracking on my backhand,
there's no money on the backend,
get a backhand,
yeah.
Talking back when master asking, why you slack?
While he head back to his mansion on a mattress.
While you sleep in a shack with all the madness,
blood flow from the lashes.
Just imagine this * tragic,
I think we had enough with the passion.
I'm bout to spaz,
hit the last of the biggest bad men,
I'm at the champion.
Night,
we gon' walk inside the house and crash it,
don't wear a mask.
Hit all the lights with the backflip,
all the furniture,
we heard a voice that came from master.
The gun like gravity,
panning,
point the gun to his head.
You will never get a chance to call me nigga again,
dick.
Unchain, unchain,
unchain, nigga we fed up.
Unchain,
chain up,
unchain,
chain up.
Tell the niggas that we on the way,
tell the motherfuckers we ain't playing,
no *.
Pick a size, we're all fun and games.
Pick a standard pistol, now we aiming, no
*.
Try to shed the light on your shade,
the lights are in the fire, now we flaming,
no *.
Acting like a soul, love and chains,
till it's the same chains you gon' hang in,