Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Fist, artist - David Banner. Date of issue: 26.01.2016
Song language: English
Black Fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| These crackers got drones. |
| They are flying their saucers |
| Keep your white jesus, don’t pray to your crosses |
| They are burning our churches, K.R.I.T. |
| pass me the UZI |
| I know how to work it; |
| I know how to Squirt it |
| No Martin, No Luther, No King, No Marching No choirs don’t sing |
| The same christian lovers that raped our GrandMothers and hung our GrandFathers |
| from trees |
| They are enemies! |
| Blood on the leaves, blood on the streets, blood on our feet |
| I’m sick of walking, I’m sick of dogs getting sicced on us, I’m sick of barking |
| I’m sick of spitting written sentences listeners don’t get |
| Don’t get, don’t get, don’t get! |
| Because they got Chains on their brains and that is not a diss |
| Shout out to TIT!!! |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| I ain’t African I’m Ethiopian |
| Put some royal seeds in her fallopian |
| You can hope I win (hoe) or hope I lose |
| Bitch long as we made it trill to HOPE again! |
| I hope I get into Heaven, I hope we forgiven |
| I hope Jesus far as I know look like «Ned the Wino» when I see Florida Evans |
| Them 7's outweighing them 6's |
| I’m staying religious, cause we stay in the trenches |
| And gotta play where they lynch us, done came to my senses |
| I bet them crackas never came through my fences |
| Ya burn up ya cross, and I’ll burn up ya corpse |
| Then I turn and bang and do the same to the witness |
| Hang ‘em and dangle ‘em in the street looking up at his feet |
| So you never forget this we did this for Martin and Malcolm, even Mandela |
| Jimmie Lee Jackson and then Medgar Evers |
| For Clyde Kennard, hard labor slaving in the yard |
| For Huey, for Hampton, for Bobby we GODLY |
| For Jordan Davis we gon' play this, for Sandra Bland we gon' stand |
| I’m still out here stomping, for Janaya Thompson, from the Coast to Compton its |
| LO… |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |
| Pump your black fist, pump your black fist |