Black Excellence III (feat. MilesYoung)

[Why you treat me in such funny ways...?] [Why you treat me in that funny way....? Too off the head for this, grew out my dreads for this We doomed before the pride, but the goons respect prejudice Lead is pinching, blood pour out the pores of the skin Another ghetto war hoor, let the story begin [Catch me...!] Politicking with the constellations Head beyond the stars, my prayers lie in private conversations My sky's gray, nowadays my days are Sandra Bland Litter streets with blood, decayed corpses laced with contraband From colonies that serve to f*ck with you the wrong way My Haitians, my Congolese, the victims in Uvalde Our ancestors out here dead from the slaughter A strange fruit that lines the trees and got lead in the water Murder rate grows like the fruit from the tree Like my mentor, I maneuver these seas, such a putrid disease The stale stench, the red roots from the leaves While Sudanese, riot and feud in Khartoum, just to breathe...for revolution [hey!] When I roll, them soldiers by my side [Revolution] Ten toes, so you know we down to ride [for Revolution] From where them skinny niggas die Getting high off my piece of the pie, to survive [it's Revolution] And they say dead man don't tell no lies [Revolution] Violate, that Mac gon tell you bye bye [for Revolution] I'm talking gangstas, and hustlas and Diplomats They'll throw you off the bridge, where the rivers at [yeah!] We all victimized, killers built since infant size Child rebels follow false leaders, now we hypnotized Policies get pimped out, in a propaganda penthouse No protection, every sect is crying wolf in the hen house Call it predation when your ruse deceives a nation Trade protection for some clout, when receiving information... That conflicted with your interests...means your ass won't stand on business So the violent ties that bind us just repeat throughout the trenches Them wretched visions, mothers crying in they sleep Cause they ain't only killing Caine, they putting five up in Sharif When innocence revolves, we hit them light switches When them niggas get to dumping, knocking pictures off the wall I seen some business minds get blown at the finish line You spend it? Fine...them Franklins can't protect you when it's genocide Corrupted by a lust for cash, bootlicking the upper class And claim to love Shabazz, when in truth he'd bust your ass for revolution [hey!] When I roll, them soldiers by my side [Revolution] Ten toes, so you know we down to ride [for Revolution] From where them skinny niggas die Getting high off my piece of the pie, to survive [it's Revolution] And they say dead man don't tell no lies [Revolution] Violate, that Mac gon tell you bye bye [for Revolution] I'm talking gangstas, and hustlas and Diplomats They'll throw you off the bridge, where the rivers at [yeah!] It's for the Black La Costa Nostra From both coasts, that's Nostrand to Florence and Compton, then back to Black Bottom Detroit or the favelas, West African shores, Imperialism leaves generations tragically poor But here's the jig though... that code of honr? Call it diasporic Either you blast or studied to get free, you ain't ask for it So since my freedom comes with 50 asterisks I pray for all my predecessors, even those who never made it past the ships Around the world with different names [names], mixed religions, rival gangs [gangs] Trying to add a couple of dollar signs through the game And who's to blame for conditions? Depictions vary But rest assured that rest is pure inside the cemetery Children I've buried, Huey and Boukman, next to Lumumba Our slaves nowadays is young shooters A slew of black rugers, black rain, black roses, black coffins And a .45 they'd gladly blast often, and die for revolution [hey!] When I roll, them soldiers by my side [Revolution] Ten toes, so you know we down to ride [for Revolution] From where them skinny niggas die Getting high off my piece of the pie, to survive [it's Revolution] And they say dead man don't tell no lies [Revolution] Violate, that Mac gon tell you bye bye [for Revolution] I'm talking gangstas, and hustlas and Diplomats They'll throw you off the bridge, where the rivers at [yeah!]