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letra de malcolm & martin - outlawz

[intro]
we are oppressed. we are exploited
we are [?]. we are denied not only civil rights, but human rights
so the only way we’re going to get some of this oppression and exploitation away from us, or aside from us, is come together against the common enemy
-applause-

[chorus]
we the grandchildren of malcolm and martin
had enough of the protestin’ and marchin’
won’t be no peace, ain’t no justice
this the last generation thеy gon’ f-ck with
we the grandchildren of malcolm and martin
had еnough of the protestin’ and marchin’
won’t be no peace, ain’t no justice
this the last generation you gon’ f-ck with

[verse 1]
yeah, one nation of thugs buildin’
no longer crack seller, protectin’ our black children
united we stand, divided we fall from the conflict
beefin’ with each other, we brothers of other nonsense
sentence on your conscious, all the murders and the violence
the loud sirens, crooked cops quote a silence
system was designed to arrest my kind
and oppress my kind, but still we rise
hands up no resistin’, but still we die
with the cameras rollin’, pedestrians stroll up right by
right infront of your eyes, they takin’ our black lives
right in front of the buildin’, we k!llin; our own kind
the devil is alive, we shall overcome
holy quran in my left palm, in my right a gun
the only weapons that i need, the lessons to perceive
was passed from the ancestors to my spirits [?]
[chorus]
we the grandchildren of malcolm and martin
had enough of the protestin’ and marchin’
won’t be no peace, ain’t no justice
this the last generation they gon’ f-ck with
we the grandchildren of malcolm and martin
had enough of the protestin’ and marchin’
won’t be no peace, ain’t no justice
this the last generation you gon’ f-ck with

[verse 2]
all lives matter except the black ones (word)
america hard, y’all just havin’ a blast
refuse the bag for free, the mob won’t even ask, bruh
y’all keep marchin’ and protestin’, all we could [?]
[?] for the same dream martin had for us
so what if that sh-t don’t add up? we mad son
if dr. king watching, he’d probably say “shoot back, f-ck it”
malcolm’d be like “i told you n-ggas, scr-p up”, no more
gettin’ our ass’ bust, actin’ glad for nothin’
they built this country on our back, you buggin’
i ain’t with the sh-t, i’m with the shifts
maskin’, glovin’, before this plandemic
man them sh-t’s [?]
we [?]
shoulda known we’d be here for the revolution
it was always about the movement, it was never just music
we trained y’all to be better as units, be rebellious students
and we made a lot of you n-ggas excellent shooters
let’s get it movin’, soldier
[verse 3]
they say darkness brings danger
and danger, it birth anger (uh)
activist or gang banger
six degrees of separation just make us strangers
for some to transition it took longer
[?] did it now, look at how it made us stronger (yeah)
i think of donald goines and langston hughes
two different poets with two different views (yeah)

[verse 4]
at the window with the rifle, make [?]
been beatin’ down so long, it’s hard to turn the other cheek
it’s hard to even speak, i’d rather let the chopper talk
i’d be d-mned if i just stand here and let ’em chalk us off (ow)
we on board for the cause, whenever drama sparks (ow)
grand-babies at the jolly stompers and the tomahawks
i got my father smarts and my mama heart
and that’s the perfect mix, [?]

[chorus]
we the grandchildren of malcolm and martin
had enough of the protestin’ and marchin’
won’t be no peace, ain’t no justice
this the last generation they gon’ f-ck with
we the grandchildren of malcolm and martin
had enough of the protestin’ and marchin’
won’t be no peace, ain’t no justice
this the last generation you gon’ f-ck with
[verse 5]
did you know the constitution of the united states
states the negro is three-fifths of a man?
man, wait, maybe that’s the reason you callin’ me “boy”
[?] feel a little more
give me your last name, like who f-ck am i?
just another negro on a bucket ride
took my mom and my daddy in that brown wagon
your wife favorite color is brown, now i’m braggin’
now i’m laughin’, it ain’t joke though, hah
put my little homies in a chokehold
now i’m loco, but i don’t speak spanish
i speak magic, hit the tragic, i’m seein’ you vanish, poof
like [?] in the booth, i’ma shoot, ‘less he ain’t with it
get it to the youth to tell the truth
i seen the youth in the coupe yellin’ “please don’t shoot”
like police gon’ do, gon’ do

[verse 6]
uh, think about it, [?], if you really think about it
if people sleep, can we really be about it?
but these new gens be woke up out their peace
awaken by the same old beast
but they ain’t goin’ out like no sheep
i see our woman on the front line against that bullsh-t design
and plus they fine, uh
but that don’t mean you can grab their behind
you better reach their mind, man
stand up to that, best to slack off that gadget
revolution ain’t no beauty pageant
i know we gon’ do what we do
but what good is [?] out a shelter?
clothin’ and food, dude
get up, stand up, like that [?] verse
where the first got last, and now the last come first
see these new gens ain’t playin’, sayin’
“givin’ birth is the hardest d-mn thing on earth, yo”

- outlawz

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