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letra de blood on the leaves freestyle - the ps movement (i.n.x and danté)

[verse 1: i.n.x]
tight noose hung loose necks from brown bodies
now k!lling black bodies still a white hobby
i spit dat sh-t dat could get me k!lled by da illuminati
jus to save my soul, i’ll sacrifice my body
cuz them f-ckin thieves, had to plant da seed
now da strange fruit hanging from a money tree
thunder cracking in da forest, blood on da leaves…
dis whole country built on my peoples feet…
bodies steady swinging from government branches
and they backs the brick work for ya college campus…
how you think dat dis system was funded
you ever heard of da first president picking cotton?
we once were da apex of civilization
if dis a meritocracy its our nation
barclay’s was made to insure slaves
property value conceptualized on black graves
n-ggas braggin on dat money made in 88
but money don’t die so you can think those swinging slaves
n-ggas braggin on dat money made in 88
but money don’t die so you can think those swinging slaves
and stop -ss kissing abe lincoln
if he saw it beneficial we would still be chain clanking
we wasn’t free until 5 years after da proclamation
abe was dead by then such as post-racist
we went from forced labor into black codes
now they serve us black coal over cracked roads
so these n-ggas push white out of back doors
cuz they don’t think its front doors for a black boy
don’t believe all dat bullsh-t…
f-ck a preacher and a pulpit…
f-ck a teacher and them studies books…
da real history lookin more like sandy hook

[verse 2: danté]
same old life, its some new slaves
ain’t nothing different but the colors of the chains
i mean i try to change, i mean we paved the way
but all i see is trees engulfed in hemoglobin
ha! you would have thought it was a hole in one
i speak the truth, reincarnated krs
one to many n-ggas forget where they come from
that’s ruthless, but we trade it for a coupe that’s roofless
sh-t! you barking up the wrong side
i’m doing to much but what’s a dog that bark and don’t bite
i just spit those rhymes that make you extract your canines
because when you fight back you must be out of your mind
d-mn! my ancestors crazy
but sh-t for that freedom that’s the price you gotta pay
and we ain’t have a dime to our name
sh-t! now tell me how that sound
hanging wit my n-ggas and my feet can’t touch the ground
bout to take action like i just stole a f-cking verb
word
they saying let the past be the past
well why you stereotyping my black -ss
they separate inevitable efforts
and then selling it to the corners and calling us some peasants
and then rap it in a bow and call that sh-t a present
erase us from history and say we wasn’t present
look at my face, you must be kidding
and we both know that we ain’t no children
sh-t! life taking theives
blood on the leaves like that sh-t was a disease
mother f-cker!

- the ps movement i n x and dante

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