Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fighting for Equality , by - RZA. Release date: 18.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fighting for Equality |
| The serendipity, I had the epiphany |
| That the wicked enemy who tried to come and get rid of me |
| Because failed to cease the victory |
| Because I knew from my history that God is no mystery |
| They tried to forge my imagery and my identity |
| with the misery of brothers hangin' from a tree |
| But nothin' ain’t pretty in this cutthroat city |
| We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity |
| We fightin' for your right to life, the right to liberty |
| The right to make it on our own, you can’t take it, no, give it to me |
| The empty greed, jealousy and lust |
| Of other races and dream melanated crust |
| They whipped then they shackled us up, put us back in the back of the bus |
| Stomp us out and treat us injust |
| I’m in the fight for my life, money, stars and these stripes |
| I’m ready to go to war with a crowbar and a pipe |
| A shovel with a sickle, blood drizzle cause a ripple |
| When, a man-made miracle |
| For a third year instill the fear |
| Now, revoke the idea that |
| By any means necessary, use anything necessary |
| To get to the promiseland, send enemies to the cemetaries |
| We can’t take it no more, time for the lions to roar |
| From Mount Zion, we bustin' through the door |
| Bustin' through the floor, with our swords |
| Raised high like that in holy war |
| See, nothin' ain’t pretty in this cutthroat city |
| We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity |
| We fightin' for the right to life, the right to liberty |
| The right to make it on our own, you can’t take it, no, give it to me |
| Nothin' ain’t pretty in this cutthroat city |
| We fightin' for equality, not fightin' for your pity |
| We fightin' for the right to life, the right for liberty (Right for liberty) |
| And that’s it |
| Yo, that shit fire, bruh, haha, yo |
| Like you ain’t, man, (Yeah, yo) |
| Yo, I’m fightin' to fuck your bitch |
| Washin' money through Bitcoin, dodgin' the glitch |
| Two maids,, they half my age |
| The older one play the front door holdin' the gauge |
| I get money, I play with stoves like Chef Ramsey |
| Halloween, powder for snorters is nose candy |
| I had spots on the line like ten Grammys |
| Got arms that hit the floor like chimpanzees |
| The curators of profit lyin', they can’t stop it |
| Parkinson gun, cop shakin' before he pop it |
| Cutthroat City (City) |
| I’m out here coolin' with the code to the safe like I see Davinci |
| German killers in kill mode |
| I fly where the cream is foreign, Switzerland |
| Real gold (Gold), teflon steel coats (Coats) |
| Liam Neeson swan divin' off of big boats (Big boats), uh-huh |
| Big boats |
| And that’s it |
| Yo, that shit fire, bruh, haha, yo |
| Like you ain’t, man |