| Are my people violent? |
| Are my people silent?
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| My people isolated, you left us on an island/
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| My people decimated by snipers from the highlands/
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| Servin genocide daily, but claimin we are tyrants/
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| You callously kill us on camera, cuz of items/
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| Placed or photoshopped, fuck em they all pythons/
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| Snakes with no value for human life/
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| Imagine if that was your sister, daughter or wife/
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| These are the realities we face daily/
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| This oppression is western, but branded Israeli/
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| Tested on my people, then exported to the navies/
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| Armies and tools for the destruction of babies/
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| You can call me crazy, But its all about the money/
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| So check where the trace lead, Homie its kinda funny/
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| They use prophets to profit n justify these warships/
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| Not only Palestine, Syrias filled with orphans/
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| Don’t get me started on the saudis/
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| Fuck mbs, he’s just a zionist mouthpiece/
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| Sold his own people out, now Yemen is drowning/
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| With blood leading back to the Saudi crown prince/
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| Did i get too deep for you/
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| You stressed now should i roll some green for you/
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| I meant for it to get uncomfortable/
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| Don’t forget pill bill was once Mr huckstable/
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| Just like your neighbor can seem so lovable/
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| Or how becky made millions for miss bug a boo/
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| It ain’t ever what they depict in the media/
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| Y’all like sheep they keep feeding ya/
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| You keep eating, never question the ingredients/
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| Just be smart you never know whose deceiving ya/
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| These are the realities we face daily/
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| This oppression is western, but branded Israeli/
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| These are the lessons, that i will teach my babies/
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| Justice is your weapon, with it you’ll remain free/
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| It’s only when you’re wrong do you feel fear/
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| Assuming you have a conscious stashed somewhere near/
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| That’s why we fight for what we believe in/
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| The land rebels when our rocks strike these demons/
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| Trigger happy cowards overflowing with feelings/
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| Planted by an evil regime that’s scheming/
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| All these settlements ruining the scenery/
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| Go back to Brooklyn, stop with this thievery/
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| Slashing all our olives, burnin the greenery/
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| If this your land, why you destroy it with machinery/
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| Between you and me, i don’t trust you, you deceitful/
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| So fuck it, Imma do this for my people
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| Hold your head high, like lions/
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| R voices never silent, only amplifyin/
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| From the river to the sea best believe we will riot/
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| And we’ll defend our land with pride and smiles/ |