Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Testify, artist - Styles P. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Testify |
| Time I testify, listen |
| Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I. |
| I’m yellow but I’m dark for real |
| And why nobody flip when Martin was killed? |
| Why Mandela did all them years |
| All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears? |
| And I can name thousands more |
| that died in the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur |
| That’s why I stay influenced to «Kick in the Door» |
| Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that’s poor |
| Notice that it’s «unity"in «opportunity» |
| Make a lil'cash, now the block is screwin me Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me Guess they wanna see me park it Lookin at my gun, they wanna see me spark it But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote |
| it would be for Sharpton |
| Yeah~! |
| S.P. Kweli equality |
| S.P. Kweli equality |
| Yeah, yo, yo We never stop like the news watch |
| Still tryin to fill the void of Biggie and Tupac |
| We on them avenues with the red and the blue tops |
| Dudes hot to shoot cops from the rooftops |
| Too many snitch niggaz TESTIFY |
| Warrior kings sent to the bing and left to die |
| Girls confuse sex with love so they extra dry |
| And got birth control stuck to they necks and thigh |
| Whoa, it ain’t a game, they want the blacks all killed off |
| Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk |
| What’s ill is y’all niggaz still caught up in them battle raps |
| There’s beef in the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs |
| Monkey on your back livin like a junkie |
| Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country |
| Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free |
| From freedom fighters to Askari X to Pimp C Yeah… kids slip in the clip and aim |
| for the fortune cause the fame ain’t shit to gain |
| They get stuck on whips and chains, so freedom slip they brain |
| And psychologically that shit’s insane |
| Now that’s crazy, a function of raisin the crack babies |
| Sell it back to them cats freebasin back in the 80's |
| (C'mon) Disco shit, nigga cock the toast |
| Hi-Tek on the track and we rock with the Ghost |
| Damn right I make gangster music |
| But I still spit poetry like Langston Hughes did |
| Pressures of the ghetto might make you lose it Grab AK’s and go and make the news kid |
| Might lose control, but not my soul |
| Won’t sell for the white man to buy me some white gold |
| Sell for the black man, to buy me control |
| P, Tek and Kweli, the shit come from the soul y’know? |