Let It Burn (feat. Patty Honcho, Backwood Sweetie, IAMGAWD & Greeneryy) Video (MV)

Let me tell you a story
Once upon a time a man got f*cked
Now how is that for a story
Cuz that's the story of black people in America
Let me paint a picture of what's waiting for you on the shore
You all get to be slaves
Split up, sold off, and worked to death
A hundred years later...you're f*cked
A hundred years after that...f*cked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting f*cked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop an elephant with a twenty-two
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop an elephant with a twenty-two
(Authentic)
Don't stop the hustle if it pay good
Crazy you and brothers catching bodies in the same hood
Y'all trying to f*ck the ballers career up like Spencer Haywood
Y'all should be protecting them niggas and they know that they should
My faith pulled me through heavy snow and dust storms I fed the game
Saw Horned Frogs, Grizzlies and shooters like he Desmond Bane
I measure pain by looking at my past we in better lanes
They said a plane came in the eighties then the streets fled with cane
The weapon bang and pause that motion
It's contact smoking from bars that potent
Put you on your ass like you Claudette Colvin
If I don't own a hundred percent then the contract broken
Not a superstar but a star that's floating
This shit ancestral
I'm Jesse Owens running the moment gimme my metal
Shit I'm Bessie Coleman flyer than most men I can propel you
Protect your aura, first of my kind like word to Ethel Waters
I want a billie for my first and second daughter
This for the future
This guy gets it
I like him
He's getting angry
Angry is good
Angry gets...shit...done
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop an elephant with a twenty-two
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop an elephant with a twenty-two
Welcome to Hell on Earth, America
Home of the lost souls
Walking amongst devils and snakes
Niggas forgot the code
This must be the fifth wave
The way they killing they own
This Game Of Thrones
But when all the pieces fall you got nothing to show
Only disgruntled behavior
Trapped by your mental enslavement
Reach thru cracks of the cement
Bloodied up vines in the pavement
Echoed from previous decades
Niggas hellbent on revenge
F*ck friends, need nobody
Pac still relevant so I binge
Find a means to an end, been writing more
Shots ring out and spray the block
Infants lore, you can hear the lioness roar
The family unit is Pride
Mothers carry the weight of the world on their shoulders
Promise you'll understand when you get older
They been programmed from birth with shitty food options
Contaminated drinking water, gun violence, police brutality
And trauma after trauma after trauma
Do you see progress
I count one, two, three African gods in this room
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop an elephant with a twenty-two
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop an elephant with a twenty-two
Ay mother-f*ck a black leader
If niggas did what they supposed to do
A better tomorrow could be a reality we closer to
Don't know if it's love or drama when ya brother approaching you
Therefore niggas prepare for war like soldiers do
I hope for you overstanding
I hope for you peace of mind
I hope you live to see ninety
I hope that you reached in time
It's a lose lose situation the way that these streets designed
Yet niggas still try they luck and be wondering why they stuck
Cemetery or penitentiary it's meant to be
Ain't no convincing me otherwise
For that it's f*ck the world with every inch of me
Publicize my imperfections, mislead me with misdirection
And feed me syringe injections
Now deal with this insurrection
We come from low income and section eight
Treated as second rate, forcing me to be nothing less than great
Descendants of a forgotten tribe, expected not to survive
But we immortal thru what we jot and we scribe nigga
And to make matters worse
These dazzling new plantation owners built a pipeline
To take our children from school to prison
Quicker than a cut can bleed
And the lucky ones go from school to the NFL
Where they don't even let them niggas take a knee
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop an elephant with a twenty-two
Cuz a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop an elephant with a twenty-two
Lusting for liberty plus the liquidity
Though we get f*cked like polygamy
Pushing, provoking you must wanna trigger me
You should just let a nigga be
But want the smoke cuz you puffed up from bigotry
So I snuck in this cig with me
Butt of your jokes like you just took a dig at me
Know I'll dust you deliberately
Must be the misery, must be indignity
What if I bruise cuz it touches me lividly
What if abuse and injustice embittered me
What if this two-two-three busted as bitterly
What if I choose to go f*ck you up visibly
All in plain view so your cousin and kid can see
Then on the news see a dozen acquitted me
Would you recuse that good judge unequivocally
What if I do to you just what you did to me
What if I stoop on your jugular with a knee
Would you dispute and erupt from iniquity
Would you rebuke the corruption politically
What would this do to disrupt your civility
What would this do to adjust your virility
Would you refute the unjust and the villainy
Would you be mute and be hushed if they killing me
Or did they turn ya compassionless
Court is adjourned for a pacifist
I've seen you yearn for unhappiness
That reaffirmed what I learned from a masochist
We cannot earn from a capitalist
We'll get infirmed and interred from their avarice
Before we turn into ash in this bitch
Let 'em burn like they burnt Minneapolis
How much longer can we afford to wait
War is upon us
Let the motherf*cker burn
Let it all burn