| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| These crackers got drones. |
| They are flying their saucers
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| Keep your white jesus, don’t pray to your crosses
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| They are burning our churches, K.R.I.T. |
| pass me the UZI
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| I know how to work it; |
| I know how to Squirt it
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| No Martin, No Luther, No King, No Marching No choirs don’t sing
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| The same christian lovers that raped our GrandMothers and hung our GrandFathers
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| from trees
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| They are enemies!
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| Blood on the leaves, blood on the streets, blood on our feet
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| I’m sick of walking, I’m sick of dogs getting sicced on us, I’m sick of barking
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| I’m sick of spitting written sentences listeners don’t get
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| Don’t get, don’t get, don’t get!
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| Because they got Chains on their brains and that is not a diss
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| Shout out to TIT!!!
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| I ain’t African I’m Ethiopian
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| Put some royal seeds in her fallopian
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| You can hope I win (hoe) or hope I lose
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| Bitch long as we made it trill to HOPE again!
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| I hope I get into Heaven, I hope we forgiven
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| I hope Jesus far as I know look like «Ned the Wino» when I see Florida Evans
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| Them 7's outweighing them 6's
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| I’m staying religious, cause we stay in the trenches
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| And gotta play where they lynch us, done came to my senses
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| I bet them crackas never came through my fences
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| Ya burn up ya cross, and I’ll burn up ya corpse
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| Then I turn and bang and do the same to the witness
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| Hang ‘em and dangle ‘em in the street looking up at his feet
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| So you never forget this we did this for Martin and Malcolm, even Mandela
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| Jimmie Lee Jackson and then Medgar Evers
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| For Clyde Kennard, hard labor slaving in the yard
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| For Huey, for Hampton, for Bobby we GODLY
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| For Jordan Davis we gon' play this, for Sandra Bland we gon' stand
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| I’m still out here stomping, for Janaya Thompson, from the Coast to Compton its
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| LO…
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
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| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |