1970 shaft flow, black power with afro's
We cutting off they lights and they gas stoves
Gotta move fast on these assholes in the task force
Since they wanna war look we gon give em what they ask for
Fun and a glove and a passport with my mask on
Break out the system with tunnel vision like El Chapo
Straight out the back door. The system is like a lasso
To keep us in a trap. What you think they invented crack for
It's fight the power or f*ck the power. It's either or, even scores
Do em like Freddie Gray out in Baltimore
Who needs the law? We out number coppers a thousand to 1
And all we gotta do is cop us thousands of guns
And i ain't talking bout the small but the powerful ones
We stand up like grown men while the cowards will run
So no more picketing, marching and holding hands
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program
Hey Yo! F. That! Somebody get these cameras out my face Black
Before we call them goons out Pimlico near the race track
New Flash 2016 rebirth of segregation a couple generations and we're back on them plantations n*gga!
They killed Phalando Castille in the front seat. Contest we and catch that lump meat off jump street
Neo black panther self defense in the soup kitchens
Handing out lunches pamphlets and a**whippings
My brain waves is Luke Cage with a 12 gauge
Penitentiary plots locked behind a steel cage
Modern day slave trades vex as Kunta Kente crackers called me Toby
Purgatory Burn slowly. I'm dead broke and you owe me
Run them pockets all this mass poverty here is toxic
Violence in the projects is probably over product and profit
Trumped up trickle down Reaganomics man!
Jim Krow - Revolution (feat. T.Lucas & Wahamiyd) Lyrics
Jim Krow - Revolution (feat. T.Lucas & Wahamiyd) Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
1970 shaft flow, black power with afro's
We cutting off they lights and they gas stoves
Gotta move fast on these assholes in the task force
Since they wanna war look we gon give em what they ask for
Fun and a glove and a passport with my mask on
Break out the system with tunnel vision like El Chapo
Straight out the back door. The system is like a lasso
To keep us in a trap. What you think they invented crack for
It's fight the power or f*ck the power. It's either or, even scores
Do em like Freddie Gray out in Baltimore
Who needs the law? We out number coppers a thousand to 1
And all we gotta do is cop us thousands of guns
And i ain't talking bout the small but the powerful ones
We stand up like grown men while the cowards will run
So no more picketing, marching and holding hands
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program
Hey Yo! F. That! Somebody get these cameras out my face Black
Before we call them goons out Pimlico near the race track
New Flash 2016 rebirth of segregation a couple generations and we're back on them plantations n*gga!
They killed Phalando Castille in the front seat. Contest we and catch that lump meat off jump street
Neo black panther self defense in the soup kitchens
Handing out lunches pamphlets and a**whippings
My brain waves is Luke Cage with a 12 gauge
Penitentiary plots locked behind a steel cage
Modern day slave trades vex as Kunta Kente crackers called me Toby
Purgatory Burn slowly. I'm dead broke and you owe me
Run them pockets all this mass poverty here is toxic
Violence in the projects is probably over product and profit
Trumped up trickle down Reaganomics man!
We cutting off they lights and they gas stoves
Gotta move fast on these assholes in the task force
Since they wanna war look we gon give em what they ask for
Fun and a glove and a passport with my mask on
Break out the system with tunnel vision like El Chapo
Straight out the back door. The system is like a lasso
To keep us in a trap. What you think they invented crack for
It's fight the power or f*ck the power. It's either or, even scores
Do em like Freddie Gray out in Baltimore
Who needs the law? We out number coppers a thousand to 1
And all we gotta do is cop us thousands of guns
And i ain't talking bout the small but the powerful ones
We stand up like grown men while the cowards will run
So no more picketing, marching and holding hands
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program
Hey Yo! F. That! Somebody get these cameras out my face Black
Before we call them goons out Pimlico near the race track
New Flash 2016 rebirth of segregation a couple generations and we're back on them plantations n*gga!
They killed Phalando Castille in the front seat. Contest we and catch that lump meat off jump street
Neo black panther self defense in the soup kitchens
Handing out lunches pamphlets and a**whippings
My brain waves is Luke Cage with a 12 gauge
Penitentiary plots locked behind a steel cage
Modern day slave trades vex as Kunta Kente crackers called me Toby
Purgatory Burn slowly. I'm dead broke and you owe me
Run them pockets all this mass poverty here is toxic
Violence in the projects is probably over product and profit
Trumped up trickle down Reaganomics man!
Writer: Aazim Lawson, Travis Lucas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid