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letra de grhyme - kwam iz ill

uh
feel it
the grhyme
its gritty out here, its grimey out here
its real gritty…for the black man

[verse 1]
trip, trippin’ off sh-t that i can’t believe in
the american government committin’ treason
cops murderin’ blacks for no reason
…this whole year we been grievin’
that ain’t my blood but trust i’m still bleedin’
when you choke him, i stop breathin’
eyes wide shut that means you still sleepin’
chris dorner that last hero that i believed in
crash through the blue wall of silence with 2 silencers
snub-noses and sawed-offs lookin’ for violence
it’s a nightmare in the minds of the wise
why they despise us?
black people down too long, it’s time to rise up
look the enemy in the eye
it’s time to size up
toe-to-toe, goin’ blow-for-blow
it’s no fair ones
sn-tched us from our land and chained us up
they didn’t care, son
cops har-ssin’, violatin’ rights
they think we scared, thun
f-ck ‘em though, the tables turned
we shootin’ up the ladder
watch the barrel spin
the gun blast is black lives matter
they say we ignorant
but we on the defense and we militant
its time to grab the tools
goto work and start drillin’
get the hammer
put the nail in the coffin of a villain
watch them white hoods come off
when we start cap pealin’
(cap…cap…pealin’…pealin’)

[verse 2]
we still tryin’ to bring clean water to the motherland
but now they, poisoned the water up in michigan
that’s the sh-t again
make we wanna triple up the clips, and then
embark on a m.i. 6 mission and
destroy all the wicked men in high places
false prophets pulling strings like this is trading places
watch a po’ man k!ll a rich man for a dollar bill
watching the news at night
i don’t know how to feel
a cycle of pop, gossip, and war
just to provoke a thrill
plus a commercial for drugs if you feelin’ ill
its like we, walking dead and we don’t even know it
i was resurrected now i live a poor righteous poet
flow wit’ conviction
rhymes wit’ valor and distinction
deserve a purple heart for my art
tossin’ bombs from the trenches
and still no mentions in my mentions
yet my sk!lls are sharper than sharp
so if i was meant to be the messenger then so be it
it’s a lot of misdirection in the air we don’t need it
man, they brought us over here
but they ain’t tryna let us free
all power to the people like my brother huey p
(a-all…power to the people)

[verse 3]
the people want answers now
they want blood
it’s eye for an eye
slug for a slug
they k!ll one of ours
then we k!ll one of y’all
but we all the same people spinnin’ on this sp-ce ball
why all the hate towards the african man
i don’t get it
sh-t on us but wanna shake our hand
i ain’t wit it
come correct or you gon’ pull back a nub
wit no digits
i’m unapologetically black
fully committed
‘cause i got knowledge of self
i know what i’m worth
this ain’t the path that i chose
it’s been real since birth
ain’t no silver spoons
just young goons wit’ war wounds
dancin’ to the sound of the slums
under the pale moon
descendants of the pharaohs in tombs
they took our history, white-washed it
and taught us lies in school
but my eyes ain’t fooled
i can see through the veils
most resilient on this earth
through anything we still prevail
take our life but we live forever
we don’t die
they put 6 shots in alton sterling
tell me why
19 in amadou, he was tryna comply
man that’s murder in the 1st
and that ain’t right, my guy
it’s gon’ get a whole lot worse before it gets better
the day of reckoning is coming soon
never say never
stay on point my g’s and be safe in the streets
be prepared for the worst
and m-th-f-ck police

(all power to the people)

- kwam iz ill

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