Judas and the Black Messiah the Inspired Album Lyrics

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Cointelpro/Dec 4

(Chairman Fred Hampton, Jr.)

[Spoken Words]
Heads up, eyes open and fists clenched (Yeah)
This here, be the Chairman Fred Hampton Jr. (Live and direct)
So, now I need y'all to bear with me as I bare my soul
And take you on the insides, behind enemy lines
About some state-sanctioned assassinations, mass incarcerations
And some of the plans that these pigs done put in place
In order to amongst other things to control the world population
See, now it ain't no coincidence that a lot of you cats don't know about the infamous COINTELPRO (Shit)
G-Men, governmеnt hitmen
Directed by J. Edgar Hoovеr and his hitmen
Political frame-ups in which they still got a lot of cats politically caged up
Killing us and hitting us with more than just the gun
And some names in which for legal reasons I can't mention, that's still on the run
Now imagine if you will
The same goddamn government that brought in all the dope
Putting your picture on a poster, placing a bounty on yo' black ass
With the words "Wanted" emblazed across the daily news front page
And yo' face being placed right up under Institution Issued Scope
See, we talking 'bout a bunch of bad motherf*ckers
Who wasn't looking for none, but wasn't ducking no motherf*ckin' trouble
Go-getters and hard-hitters who gave us free medical centers
You see, who stood straight up against the system
And said "Yeah, motherf*cker, we subversive"
Freedom or death and strapped up in spirit of self-defense
Free clothes and free bussing programs
First free breakfast programs
Armed with a political ideology that withstood the test of time
And a ten point platform
Hold on now, and fast forward in closing words
From the tongues of the Black Panther Party Cubs
Let us continue to resist and never forget
2337 W. Monroe
4:35 AM in the morning
Westside of Chicago
1969
December the 4th
Shit

[Fred Hampton]
So we say and we always said, that they can do what they want to do to us
We might not be back, I might be in jail, I might be anywhere But when I leave, you'll remember I said
With the last words on my lips, that I am a revolutionary
I am a revolutionary
I am a revolutionary

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Fight For You

(H.E.R.)

Ohh, no
Yeah, oh, oh no
Ahh, ahh, ohh
Ohh

All the smoke in the air
Feel the hate when they stare
All the pain that we bear
Oh, you better beware
Their guns don't play fair
All we got is a prayer
It was all in their plans
Wash the blood from your hands

Freedom for my brothers
Freedom 'cause they judge us
Freedom from the others
Freedom from the leaders, they're keeping us
Freedom gon' keep us strong
Freedom if you just hold on
Freedom ain't free at all, no

I'm gon' see it through
There's no one, oh, there's no one like you
Long as I'm standing, we could never lose
I'ma always, always fight for you
I'ma always, always fight for you

Mental institution
Causing so much confusion
Seems the only solution
Is a new revolution
We can't take it no more
No, it can't be ignored
When they knock down your door
Will you be ready for war?

Freedom 'cause they need us (freedom 'cause they need us)
Free from how they see us
Freedom won't you free us?
Freedom doesn't hang from the trees
Freedom from injustice (injustice)
Freedom from corruption (corruption)
They're aiming for destruction and you know

They gon' see it through
There's no one, oh, there's no one like you (like you)
Long as I'm standing, we could never lose
I'ma always (always), always fight for you
I'ma always, always fight for you

Ooh, see it through
There's no one, there's no one like you
I'ma always fight for you
For you, you, you, fight for you

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EPMD

(Nas)

(Hit-Boy)

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million

Look, hood theories
Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
Gotti ran every union in the city
N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie
Leadin' like Huey Newton did
Nigga, that's how official the revolution is
Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in
Don't be surprised when niggas show you they true intent
Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kids
While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms, they rattin' on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it's Babylon
Took the property over, since Hampton gone
Who said we couldn't get cash this long, last this long
Platinum cards with our ratchets on
Laid back, ox blood seats with the hazards on

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (ooh)

Murcielago mob flow
'20 Chevy Tahoe's
And I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though
Condos in different time zones
Way before y'all was double cuppin' the Styrofoam
Come on thug, had to lay it down in lamest terms, yeah
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word, yeah
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy, thinkin' 'bout shit from the '80s
Buckin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiri when all the Nike's was Penny's
Killin' niggas for sneakers, had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi' (few billi')
If I sell my masters I need a trilli' (needa trilli')
It was go get it, now it's gimme (run it)
And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million

Mob shit
Legitimate
You couldn't even calculate this shit
Yeah
Unsurmountable shit
Yeah, uh
It's too serious

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Welcome To America

(Black Thought feat. C.S. Armstrong & Angela Hunte)

Welcome to America
Where you can dream, as long as you can breathe
You can be the muthaf*ckin' President of United States
Or get murdered right on these streets
Welcome to America

The sins of the father, my pop gave me to suffer
The friends I would follow was crack babies and hustlas
It's steel sharpen steel on the block, made me a cutler
My pen is from the future like Octavia Butler (welcome to America)
My grandmother sutured a flag from bloody cotton
The fruits of her labor alas already rotten (welcome to America, yeah)
My man said, "Yo, it's crazy how fast that we've forgotten"
That we used to pull boxes and plows like we were oxen and cows
Without an option, and now it's this glorious
Victorious, story only pitched, for me to shut it down
They sold some of us down the rivers
It's such a poor level of thought, I get the shivers
It's insidious and it's always been hideous
I had to tread water and run, be amphibious
They do you so dirty for one, yo what's cleanliness?
It make you wanna let off a gun, until the emptiness like

Preach now lover, preach now lover
Got me runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Welcome to America

Yo, I'm ill-fated and hated, I'm hella melinated
Blackness is my religion, to that I'm dedicated (welcome to America)
I follow the laws of nature, by which I'm regulated
The universe, my university, I'm educated
This one is for my very revolutionaries
Out here keepin' it a hundred, even though the truth is heavy
Who stand firmly and see that life is a journey
That either God or the gurney, my public defender burned me
So did the district attorney, in a turbulent trial
They told me that time is master, well I'm servin' it now
Tell my family I'll be makin' my return in a while
And every symbol of oppression I'll be burnin' it down

Welcome to America
Where you can dream, as long as you can breathe
You can be the muthaf*ckin' President of United States
Or get murdered right on these streets
Welcome to America
Land of the brave, and home of the free
You can be a saint or a sinner, or a billionaire
Or just stand on your feet
Welcome to America
(Keep on runnin', runnin')
America, oh Lord
(Keep on runnin', runnin')
Welcome to America
(Keep on runnin', runnin')
America, oh yeah

'Cause when it's over, the world ain't over
What they say is what we'll do
We have power, still have power
And that's what we cannot lose

Runnin' in the shadows, got my eye on the sparrow
Tomorrow may not come, at least my soul felt this love
If I let you go, at least my soul felt this love
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now

Now, a black soul never passes alone
If its blood spilled on the ancestors ashes and bone
From a pure heart, the Lord fashioned after his own
We're packaged and flown to the essence of his African throne
For every lost body, crossed, tarred, feathered, and tossed
It's no way I could measure the course, or ever exhaust
But whether it's yours or mine, this American clause
Has never been solved, while history was runnin' its course
I ran hard from Jamestown, where slaves Jesus and found
Demons that never be charged with malfeasance, I sat
Through they revival, although I never found credence, I found
That we had never know shit about freedom
I been charged with treason, I been scarred and freezin'
I been called a nigga, and then called a heathen
When hounds found me, they couldn't even tell if I was breathin'
In America where on black man it's open season

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What It Feels Like

(Nipsey Hussle & Jay-Z)

And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)

Look, the only reason I survive 'cause a nigga is special, first
You get successful, then it get stressful, thirst
Niggas gon' test you, see what your texture's worth
Diamonds and pipes, one of 'em pressure burst
Street nigga, still I get checks in spurts
I'm for peace, but before I get pressed, I murk
Better days prayed for but expectin' worse
At this level, bullshit, I'm just less concerned
Cruisin' in the 6, lookin' at the proceeds of rap music on my wrist
Drop another mixtape, my shit boomin' out this bitch
Young Malcolm, I'm the leader of the movement out this bitch, look
And this is what it feels like (feels like)
Reach a level, make you question, "Is it real life?"
All the weed good, all the pussy real tight
And the only rule, keep your dollar bills right

And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
(Feels like)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)

Scorpion bricks, way before Aubrey's double disc
.40 on my lap, clap, sound like 40 did the mix
Feel the bass, sift coke like a Michelin star chef
Chef kiss to my wrist, I go dummy with my left
Irs on my dick tryna audit all my checks, too late
You know they hate when you become more than they expect
You let them crackers storm your Capitol, put they feet up on your desk
And yet you talkin' tough to me, I lost all my little respect
I'm sellin' weed in the open, bringin' folks home from the feds
I know that payback gon' be mean, I'm savin' all my little bread
Pray for me, y'all, one day I'ma have to pay for these thoughts
Real niggas is extinct, it ain't safe for me my dawg
They killin' niggas in their own hood, that make sense to you at all?
You burnt your bridge to the other side, you know you can't swim across
Y'all know niggas can't swim, they fried Mike after he died
Y'all know niggas can't win, you'll never land, all jokes aside
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton got mur-, hol' up
Assassinated, just to clarify it further
What y'all gave birth is the chairman mixed with Jeff Fort
Big stepper on the jet with my legs crossed
Black stones on my neck, y'all can't kill Christ
Black Messiah is what I feel like
This shit ain't gon' stop 'cause y'all spilled blood
We gon' turn up even more since y'all killed cuh

And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
(Feels like)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
(Feels like, feels like)

And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
(As it f*ckin' should)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
Feels so f*ckin' good)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
(Feels so f*ckin' good)
And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)

What it feels like

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Broad Day

(HIT-BOY)

Yeah, yeah
we all in the race, yeah
Ayy Hit, how we gonna lose with shit like this, my nigga?
Hit-Boy, look

Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats

Honestly, I send hotter shit to your e-mail
Tedious with the detail
Pickin' a pocket apart, callin' a blitz
Gettin' looks from them crackers, we all in the Ritz
Niggas said they with the shits, that all was a myth
Marathon, pace it out, you caught in a sprint
Show me who you are once, ain't gotta show me twice
You can't sell like Eminem, you look like Obie Trice
Down to take a rubber bullet for my votin' rights
Real nigga, I ain't gotta sign into no device, bitch
F*ck bein' famous, you niggas overrated
Pull cards no Vegas, Smack DVD, Shea Davis
F*ck with my Detroit niggas, ayy Siri, play Capers
Big boy toys pushin' through the barricade
Got they face lookin' like a episode of Scared Straight
Scared money don't make no money
Diamonds from Cheyenne, and my necklace, shit it's stunnin'
Word to my niggas in the Bay, we goin' dummy

Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats

This ain't a movie or nothin'
Black plight associate lootin' Louis with justice
Prayin' for the sons of man and all of my cousins
You ain't piece up on the plan, don't come to the function
Look, remember playin' my demos and they cut 'em off
Still kept a winner mentality and stayed involved
Losin' myself would be my toughest loss
Catch plays one-handed, my era Randy Moss
Grew up playin' quarterback club, while my relli bagged up
Wishin' I could stack somethin'
Wilson Middle, sixth grade, I was tryna crack somethin'
Some niggas gave they life to the Lord now they back thuggin'

Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats
Facts though

Look, makin' it shake 'til my day, man, it's safe to say
I pick up the pieces every time, it's make or break
Base to base, hit like Griffey Jr. in his playin' days
Do it for niggas hustlin'
Tryna get off an onion 'fore the federals bust in
Too many of us strugglin', that's unbecomin'
If I'm not gon' be the one to change the world, I know my son is

The sky is calm, the stars are bright (for real though)
What's better than to be in flight (shoutout Rodney B., look)
I re-

HB beatin' up the percussion
You waitin' on me to peak, I'm just approachin' my summit
Since it's goin' off, I'm so close, I can touch it
Scourin' the lot, this summer, might get the rose-tint
Downtown, divin' in my bag at Dover
Pushin' a toy, not talkin' Toyota
Waitin' on the call when my dawg say he comin' home
Keep it rock solid even when they throwin' stones
Set me free

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Plead The .45th

(Smino & Saba)

I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything
City of haters, city of demons (yeah, yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh, uh-uh, ooh)

I wanna love all of y'all, but I don't think it's enough Tylenol (uh)
I'm thinkin' 'bout callin' out, I'm tired as f*ck and I'm noddin' off
Surrounded by narcissists, my noose is movin' through the contusions
They see my hue and they wanna do me, just like Huey P. Newton (ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy)
I got a laundry list of lessons in Chicago lost
Runnin' from pagans, runnin' with Reagan, now they with Donald Trump (oh)
I don't take nothin' too personal, play 50 Cent, I'ma Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy 'fro, no peace to the PDO

I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything (no)
City of haters, city of demons (yeah, yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

I said I love all of y'all, but that's to get the deposits off (yeah)
I was a child meanwhile my grandfather playin' Ahmad Jamal (uh)
My niggas incarcerated, cops still livin' above the law
The city so cold, I had to leave out quick and let the car defrost (yeah)
Westside Chicago, dodgin' the pound, know I can die tomorrow
'Cause that's a reality, the shit ain't all peachy or tangerine
They coverin' it up with catastrophe
A couple of 'em killed by the badge at ease (yeah)
Shit is a war, never had no peace
They pullin' me over, harrasin' me
So, I'd like to see all of them bastards bleed

I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything
City of haters, city of demons

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Somethin' Ain't Right

(Masego feat. JID & Rapsody)

Hold up, wait a minute, somethin' ain't right
The corruption has moved in view of my eyesight
Hold up, wait a minute, somethin' ain't right
The corruption has moved in view of my eyesight

Uh, look
And as I lay me, as I lay me, dap me down to rest
I lay my sword, my lady lays upon my chest
It's been a crazy war, the devil's bangin' on my door
My dear, my dear, my dear, I hear the shots ring, lay on the floor
I don't fear anyone but the maker
'Cause we can never murder hate, but can murder a hater
What's a more American way than tryna give 'em a taste of their own medicine?
Prevalent, ethnic, rebel, revel the revolution of melanin
Bust a move to the ghetto, we must improve the development
Brought some food for the fellowship, got the noose on my brethren
Call the goons and the government, come correct the corruption
Break the racial construction buildin' up
In the spirit of liberation, give me life or I'ma take it
That's my human right, universally, you and I, we could be unified
But when you speakin' truth beyond your youth, they want you euthanized
Creepin' through the night, it's something movin', right?

Hold up (intruders), wait a minute (intruders), somethin' ain't right
The corruption has moved in view of my eyesight
Hold up, wait a minute, somethin' ain't right
The corruption has moved in view of my eyesight

Hol' up (hol' up), watch over me and my body, man (come on)
Trouble all around, can't trust nobody, man (for real)
Devil on my heels and they all wanna cross me (uh)
Loyalty to God and my loyalty to Bobby, I'm the-
Panther man (the panther man), always lyin' to us on the camera man (camera man)
Death all around, pray we never light a candle again (pray)
Knowin' somebody gotta die for our freedom, bruh (for real)
Know they plottin' on me, echo sounds of the battleground
Ain't nobody I fear, I'm ready (ready)
Watch my back while I press on steady (yeah)
Load my gun, full clip, no hesi' (hesi')
The government the pigs, they deceit like a levy (talk)
They flood thy hood with the blood of the solider (talk)
Poor black men look over thy shoulder (talk)
COINTELPRO got the target on me (got the target on me)
But we don't stand down to the people, all free, screamin'

Hold up, wait a minute, somethin' ain't right
The corruption has moved in view of my eyesight
Hold up, wait a minute, now I wanna fight, yeah
The corruption has moved in view (and I, and I, and I)

Can't let you get away, 'way
'Way, 'way, 'way
Can't let you get away, 'way
'Way, 'way, 'way

Hold up, wait a minute, somethin' ain't right
The corruption has moved in view of my eyesight

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Letter 2 U

(BJ The Chicago Kid)

Can I (woah, can I?)
Set your soul on fire? (Wish you would, baby)
Oh, baby
Yeah

Baby (shoo-do-do)
She love it when I call her that
My sweet baby (shoo-do-do)
Woo, want it like a dog on a cat
I make her spit what's on her mind
On her mind every time (shoo-do-do)
And damn, it make me feel fine (ooh)
I put that on my grandmama
My sweet lady (shoo-do-do)
Woo, pray for me, even hold my gun
My sweet lady (shoo-do-do)
Uh, eighty-one like we still twenty-one
Sing, yeah-yeah

Can I (can I?)
Set your soul on fire? (Wish you would, baby)
Oh, baby (oh, baby)
Yeah

Man, can't remember the last time
I wrote her a letter, man (I wanna get to know you)
How I'ma start this thing off?
Well, shit, I type everything
Dear (I wanna get to know you)
Nah, nah, what up, baby? (I wanna get to know you)
F*ck it, lemme sing it

I know you see me when I see ya everyday at the store (everyday)
They sell everything but they ain't selling what I want
I want all that I see and everything I believe that you wanna be
Not just for me
It's like every damn day you got a new smile for me
And, hard as I work, you is something I need to wake up and see
If you only understood how much this hood don't make me
I wish you could see
I know you live around the corner but (I wanna get to know you)
When I see you every day I say (I wanna get to know you)
I wanna know you in a special way (I wanna get to know you)
One day you'll see that I (I wanna get to know you)

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On Your Mind

(Lil Durk)

I got demons on my back
Only thing make me safe is the pill to take a nap
Hopin' it's a dream but it's facts
He ain't Ricky, so no bullets to his back
A trench baby wakin' up to the killin' on his mind
Counted me out, I put the city on my back
The weed ain't gettin' stronger so he fallin' into crack
Nine to forty-five on probation, it's a trap
I made this before the Grammy's
If I win a Grammy, I'ma take it to the trenches, to the family
We might sip some lean, none of that bein' fancy
Knowin' I'on't 'posed to be alive sadly
Bro'nem died, they say, "I know you used to death"
I wanna blame the niggas, I just hold it to myself
Bad thoughts, like I'ma hold it to his neck
Shit, I'm tryna hold it to his chest
I'm just wonderin' if I'm too grown to shed tears
My soul ain't been the same, I been so damaged through the years
Wish distance between death, it made me closer with my kids
I fell out with some niggas, made me switch up all my cribs
And when I drop locations down the street from where I live

No tellin' what's on your mind (your mind)

And why you tryna sell me lies? You know it's over with
If you ain't ridin' on family time, then it's over with
Bro act like he ain't bogus, but he know he is
I'm holdin' back my tears to get my vocals clear
No, do you think he had your back? (No, no-no, nah)
Do you love him? (No)
Do you really call him your brother? (No, no-no, nah)

No tellin' what's on your mind

The graveyard that felt my pain, I put my knees in it
I parked the Lamb outside my block, I leave my keys in it
Probable cause, they tried to say I smoked some weed in it
I knew it was cap, after I smoke I spray Creed in it

No tellin' what's on your mind (your mind)

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Appraise

(White Dave)

Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
I was gonna rap there but I'm gonna rap here
(Hit-Boy)

Black skin, black as the space, black as the ash on the blunt
Black as the pavement, black as a spade, man
We are made men, roots go deep, we never caved in
But how can you appraise man?
This land splattered with plasma, niggas move forward, not backwards
Gift from the God, diamonds come from living this hard
Abducted by mobs, strung us up with hate in their hearts
My people are scarred, but wait, we still push on
Killed that kid on camera, still walkin' 'round hella comfy
Why they even let this man out? F*ck bail money
Badges on a license to kill, that never was the case
Niggas get the shittiest deal, open, shut the case
Cops walk free, riddled bodies left uncovered
Let the whole hood see, this shit happens all the time
Bein' black is the crime, we're at war by design (mm-hmm)
Every day we put our lives on the line
My body ache from all the stress from my ancestors (mm-hmm)
We could influence the planet if we stand together
I've been losin' sleep for a while 'cause home ain't even safe
Pigs really murdered Breonna in her own space
I admire all the teachings from my OGs
I was raised with religion and respect
Learned the value of the things that they told me
Said God don't forget and will collect

What you stand for?
I'm not the one to put your hands on
We still alive, we do our dance, ho
You really tried, we survived this and that though
'Cause we had to, we're the last hope (hmm)
Done dealin' with that bad batch (mm-hmm)
Can't give us 'freedom cause we had that, we need money trees
We need equity, we need property, feel me?

(Yeah, yeah) we demand more
(Yeah, yeah) we demand more
(Hmm, yeah) we demand more
Yeah, yeah, yo

Real cowards tug on triggers without consequence
We got our backs against the bricks but there's no stoppin' them
But we'd get blown to smithereens if we start poppin' them
Black bodies laid inside a grave without a chance to fight
Won't ever change long as police is still militarized
They have villainous ways, since back in the day
They aim them guns at me familiar, I'll never forgive 'em
So I don't bat an eyelash when criminals kill 'em
I'm full of rage but I'm workin' on cleansin' my soul
Reassessing my goals, empty clip and reload
Won't bite my tongue for politics, it's clearer than clear
I'm for the people, all that other shit isn't for real (mm)
I don't post much
'Cause my ideas would get my throat cut
Come from a family of God believers and truth seekers
Come from a family of hard workers and truth speakers

What you stand for?
I'm not the one to put your hands on
We still alive, we do our dance, ho
You really tried, we survived this and that though
'Cause we had to, we're the last hope (hmm)
Done dealin' with that bad batch (mm-hmm)
Can't give us 'freedom cause we had that, we need money trees
We need equity, we need property, feel me?

Black skin
But how can you appraise man?

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All Black

(G Herbo)

Let me see some
(Run that back Turbo)
Let me see some, uh

G Herbo, I move like the president
You can't see in my whip like it's nighttime
Can't get close 'cause it's never the right time
They gon' die for me like a lifeline
They gon' ride for me for a lifetime (for a lifetime)
And they slidin' with me like right now (right now)
(And they slidin' with me like right now)
And they slidin' with me like right now (right now, uh)
And they slidin' with me like right now
They gon' ride for me for a lifetime

President out the 'Raq like Obama
Shirt off, f*ck a opp, ain't no drama
No lie I feel sorry for your mama
He got found with his- like Osama (shh)
Two trucks all black but they mix-matched
Relative of a rich nigga kidnapped
Found out what we want through the dispatch
And you'll never ever ever get your lick back (ever)
Popped out rockin' ice with big racks (big racks)
Bulletproof the 'Lac, pussy get back
If it ain't 'bout sack what's the chit-chat? (Huh?)
Bitch, the whip outside 'causin' knick-knack (half an M)
Got around to the nearest ten (ten)
Touch ends, bitch I'm near a ten
They like, "Swervo done did it again (ayy)
He done spent all that shit on his friends"
I asked God to forgive all my sins
Bought my mama a Benz, told my bitch got a Benz
It was worth all the risks when bro flew to L.A
He went home and got rich off the ends
How the f*ck that boy flexin' like that?
He ain't nothin' like them rappers that get all them spins (G Herbo)
Got the world and roped 'em in (roped 'em in)
G Herbo as you broke the pins

Always poppin' out all black (all black)
Like I'm finna spray somethin' (like I', finna spray somethin')
Pussy nigga say somethin' (say somethin')
Move the wrong way get your face busted (baow)
Niggas always actin' fake tough (huh, bitch)
They don't never really ever say nothin' (they don't never say nothin')
On the net, they ain't never spray nothin' (they ain't spray nothin')
If you ain't where I'm at you can't touch me (you can't touch me)

I'm forever on point that's the thug in me (thug in me)
Tote a pipe every day, I ain't rusty (I ain't rusty)
In the trenches, go back they show love to me (ayy)
They gon' do what I say like I'm Bumpy (Johnson)
Hold that bitch on the porch by my auntie
All the youngins like when you gon' front me? (When you gon' front me?)
I've been flooded the hood, that's nothin' (that's nothin')
Want a body? Come hop in the front seat (hop in the front seat, uh)
Lawyer told me the Fs might want me
I said, "F*ck it," and gave 'em a hunnid (gave 'em a hunnid)
I been just tryin' to get me some money (some money)
If I can't see my son then I'm runnin' (you know that)
Nigga get too close I'm gunnin' (grrah)
Bitch, I ain't finna be runnin' (f*ck is I'm runnin'?)
Spend too long then we gon' shoot up somethin'
Bitch, we ain't come out for nothin'

Always poppin' out all black (all black)
Like I'm finna spray somethin' (like I', finna spray somethin')
Pussy nigga say somethin' (say somethin')
Move the wrong way get your face busted (baow)
Niggas always actin' fake tough (huh, bitch)
They don't never really ever say nothin' (they don't never say nothin')
On the net, they ain't never spray nothin' (they ain't spray nothin')
If you ain't where I'm at you can't touch me (ever)

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I Declare War

(Nardo Wick)

I declare war on whoever that's against us
I declare war on whoever that's not with us
I declare war on whoever that wan' end us
Seem like violence is the only way to make them f*ckers feel us
I declare war, I declare war
We declare war, we declare war
I declare war, I declare war
We declare war, let's go to mothaf*ckin' war

We want war, load 'em up, you got a gun? Hold it up
Get the driver, we rollin' up, out the whip, then blow it up
They don't wanna give us peace? Okay, get slimy and take it
See niggas in unity, oh my God, I know they hate it
They despise we elevated, peace, we tried to advocate it
They put us behind a barrier, get grimy and break it
(Catch a rat, we bitch slap 'em) see a pig and mug at 'em
(Wait, but that's animal cruelty) no, that's what's supposed to happen
Hold your middle fingers in the air and scream, "F*ck peace" (f*ck the peace)
We showed we wanted peace but they didn't want to see (didn't want the peace)
Now it's f*ck the peace, it's time to terrorize the streets (now it's f*ck the peace)
Show us where they be so we can burn where they be

I declare war on whoever that's against us
I declare war on whoever that's not with us
I declare war on whoever that wanna end us
Seem like violence is the only way to make them f*ckers feel us
I declare war, I declare war
We declare war, we declare war
I declare war, I declare war
We declare war, let's go to motherf*ckin' war

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No Profanity

(Pooh Shiesty)

"We need some, God (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Black people need some peace
White people need some peace (uh, uh, uh)
And we are going to have to fight
We are going to have to struggle (we need some God, blrrrd, blrrrd)
We're gonna have to struggle relentlessly
To bring about some peace (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, Skydiddy)
Because the people that we're askin' for peace
They're a bunch of megalomaniacs, war mongers
And they don't even know what peace means
But we got to fight 'em, we got to struggle with 'em
To make 'em understand what peace means"

Ayy, ayy (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I stand on what I believe in, certified, I'm too legit (yeah)
Think about who gon' take control, I ever fall or take a seat (huh)
I know everybody gotta go (gotta go), just wanna keep my candle lit (yeah)
I barely even talk to people, why would I chop it with pigs? (Pigs)
I don't link up, so why cooperate, that's somethin' I never did (nope)
Just take one player off the team to put us all to acquit (mm)
Man them white folk watchin' us, told 'em, "Don't talk," he still snitch (I'm cold)
I'm just one person, on my hustle, my whole family could be rich (let's go)
They think I'm just gon' give up now and I done put my all to this (no)
I'ma blow 'fore I go out (no), ain't no way, I'ma take every risk (no)
Won't see it 'til it's time to shoot, boy, this a Glocky, not a SIG (yeah)
Know it's certified members only (blrrrd), grab the ski mask or the wig (blrrrd, blrrrd)
You want some back? Get it in blood (blood), ain't no fakin', I can't pretend (nope, nope)
To the industry, I'm a rookie, in the streets, a veteran (a vet)
And watch your back, it get real shiesty when you stackin' presidents
My truth is die, get locked or lucky 'cause the color of my skin
This one for my fallen soldiers, take some for my brother and them
Boy, don't get chopped in half playin' in between, it's either us or them
Whoever on the other side of this gun, I'd hate to be 'em
You know that I'm forever steppin' even if they take my limbs
Caught his first one, ain't no gettin' him back, see devil in his eyes
Make sure you double-check your mans, you know the snake come in disguise
It's crazy, before I got rich, my main members had to die
Make sure everything I do for y'all, chunkin' up CG in the sky
Before rappin' I was jackin', hoppin' out, takin' on action'
Millionaire from the concrete (blrrrd, blrrrd), it take a lot for my reaction (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Up in the nine with trey, we step, we collect overkills with passion
Nobody said who they seen did it, all they saw was choppers blastin' (blrrrd)
Had mad love for you, we built the chemistry up just to damage (uh)
When it get real and things go down, I never do no panickin' (nope)
Before I go, I'ma take ten with me, that's my insanity (crazy)
I just ran through this whole song, didn't even use profanity

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Last Man Standing

(Polo G)

(Ayo)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

No more revolution, it's just f*ck the opps, ignore the peace
Died in the hood, he never left, it's so much more to see
Heard the news 'bout him, really hurt me to my core for weeks
The other side and twelve hunnid while we explore the streets
Jealous of my melanin, what make you human more than me?
They threatin' us, oppressin' us, we 'posed to play that cordially
Thinkin' 'bout that shit, like what if George was me?
Justice is f*cked up, it's them to sit back and watch them torture me
Like why you ain't gon' help me, just recordin' me?
Feel pressure, then I'm shootin', final seconds after the quarter three
'Cause I be damned if I let a pig put a fork in me
The feds knockin', that just mean the devil at the door for me
I just hope the Lord with me

They tried to change the rules, but shit ain't goin' how they planned it
Guarantee you I'm gon' be the last man standin'
Officer down, bodies droppin' and them shells landin'
Chi-town leadin' like Fred Hampton (uh)

Them babies starvin', their parents can't even afford Pampers
No wonder why it's hustle or die, and clap hammers
He dropped out of school, he only speakin' that trap grammar
They teachin' us lies, them facts scatter
Don't want us with self love, missin' history, ain't got answers
So they ain't promotin' no black Jesus or black Santa
Know our day will rise when we see through all the propaganda
On that front line, fist balled like Black Panther
Starin' in the eyes of a nigga-hatin' cracker
Like why the f*ck I gotta prove to you my black ass matters?
No, really, why the f*ck we still marchin'?
Badge abusers still sparkin'
'Cause my skin color I've seen real darkness

They tried to change the rules, but shit ain't goin' how they planned it
Guarantee you I'm gon' be the last man standin'
Officer down, bodies droppin' and them shells landin'
Chi-town leadin' like Fred Hampton (uh)

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh

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Respect My Mind

(Dom Kennedy)

That's how we comin' through
Yeah
Uh, turn me up
Ayy

I'ma Westside factor
After cash and big homes, I own my masters
I have to, let it be known that I rose to all challenges
Raised my status up and broke all averages
Sittin' in the car and I'm waitin' on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said f*ck crash
I got the right to bear arms to protect what I own
Especially if it's me and I got on all this gold

Uh, so what's the issue judge
I can't come home in a body bag, that's not a sub
One thin' about Dom K is he got nuts
Can't kiss on a lady that I do not trust
You don't wanna cross us
Every day I boss up
Daytons on Offerup
What you ever offer us?
They wanna paint me as the villain like I'm sinister
I ain't gon' lie I had to go and seek my minister
He told me everythin' got purpose
Come full circle, don't let nobody hurt you
And patience is a virtue
If you didn't grow up 'round here, it don't concern you
I know, I never thought I could live life like this
Four cars, studio and I did it legit
If I can't score I'ma get a assist
We was rollin' way before we had learner's permits
I know, they don't want me to speak on our legacy
Rather see me strung out on methamphetamine
Realistically speakin', I'm what they'll never be
Metaphorically speakin', I'm feelin' heavenly
Yeah, I'm at the crossroads in expensive wardrobe
Goin' for the gusto, tapped in, Morris code
It's a lot of people doubtin' me
After this they gon be watchin' from the balcony
After this, they gon be claimin' it was alchemy
I'm with Jessenia somewhere on South Beach
Right on Ocean Drive with the daiquiris
I like when they do it with no teeth
Two door car, we in the back seat
Yeah, I spend everythin' vivid
You talk it, I live it
Pimp rides like Xzibit
You damn near should film it

I know
Ha, I know, ayy
I got a lot of people doubtin' me
Yeah

I'm just a Westside factor
After cash and big homes, I own my masters
I have to, let it be known that I rose to all challenges
Raised my status up and broke all averages
Sittin' in the car and I'm waitin' on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said f*ck crash
I got the right to bear arms to protect what I own
Especially if it's me and I got on all this gold
I got on all this gold

Yeah, respect my mind
Haha
Uh
That's it

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Revolutionary

(G Herbo feat. Bump J)

Uh (Hit-Boy)
All situations good or bad come with meanin'
Depend on what it mean to you
Live and learn, man
Love more than most
Uh

A nigga stressed out
I'm in between celebratin' and feelin' left out
But I'm still countin' my blessings
Traumatized, so we ridin' with Wessons
Locked and loaded up with rounds of protection
Profound with aggression, you found us on Essex
We drownin' in lessons, and roundin' in sessions
Tryna pound out the sound of oppression
Hearin' this and now you bound to respect it, muthaf*cka
Coalition goin' bad 'cause you rockin' with other suckas
And now that pressure heavy, front line while you never ready
Wanna shine but they never let me, past chasin' me and never catch me
'Cause the truth is scary, when them shootin's varied shit was revolutionary (on foe'nem)

Stand like a man, do you understand?
Create a fist from your hand, do you understand?
And never quit on your plans, do you understand?
We can't get rich off this land, do you understand?

Made my first hunnid grand, a hunnid rubber bands
Happy I can share it with the fam
Lost friends, and I shed tears in my Lamb
Had to face it like I'm doin' glam
Made my heart numb and use my head
Try to analyze what I said
I broke bread and they ain't give a damn
Had to think about myself, but I ain't selfish, I'm just one man
Therefore, if I'm feelin' helpless them I'm goin' blam
I'm goin' all in, like the Panthers I just wanna see us all win
I mean all the people like me, but not with cars and nice things
All the hustlas on the street with Nikes and white tees
Lightskinned so I had to toughen up to fight these
If you elevate your mind just like me it might ease
Suffocatin' and they blamin' it on lean and tight jeans
But if you stay awake and dream the right things you might breathe killa

Stand like a man, do you understand?
Create a fist from your hand, do you understand?
And never quit on your plans, do you understand?
We can't get rich off this land, do you understand?

Bein' rich is a mindset
Yeah, I understand
We was ballin', I took an L
Well let's run again
Rather ten lyin' than fifty sheep
You don't understand
My circle small
You fifty deep
Still you undermanned
Out here with that drum again
I'm just tryna make it home
Think my own people tryna ooh me
Lord, I pray I'm wrong
Keep callin' me bro like I'm slow, I just play along
Nigga try to snake, I'm gone
Drum finna play a song for 'em
The sky's the limit?
Nah, the sky is the floor
Head in the clouds
God quiet the noise
Headed to trial I should've fired the lawyer
Tell a lie with my hand on the Bible
I lie in a song before I'm compromisin' my morals
I blew M's not on me, on us
But that type of shit don't show up on a stat sheet
I'm drivin', can't nobody ride up in the backseat
'Cause that backdoor open and I can't let 'em catch me that sweet

Stand like a man, do you understand?
Create a fist from your hand, do you understand?
And never quit on your plans, do you understand?
We can't get rich off this land, do you understand?

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Teach Me

(SiR)

Ooh, Miss Modern-Day Classic
In your black and red glasses
Paintin' your silhouette
Ooh, take me to the opera
Take me even further
Teach me to live with no regrets
Teach me to love with no remorse

Teach me, teach me
Ooh, teach me (oh, oh)

See the world's got the wrong idea about true love
But you can teach me
Teach me (oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)

See this rocket's already in flight
And I'm enjoyin' the ride
Sittin' back, playin' it cool
I can be the help that you don't need
Since you put your trust in me (ooh, ooh, ooh)
I just wanna learn
I just wanna learn from you, ooh, ooh-woah, oh

Teach me (oh, oh, ooh woah)
Teach me
Ooh, teach me (oh, oh)

See the world's got the wrong idea about true love
But you can teach me
Teach me (oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-woah)

---

Contagious

(SAFE Kiana Ledé)

[SAFE:]
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

I've been lost for days, tryna find the perfect balance
I done lost my faith, bruised my heart, you took advantage
Stuck in yesterday but time's runnin' on and on, on
Have you ever seen broken clocks inside a home?
Have you ever had the devil knock on your front door?
Oh, it's so easy to reply and deny, the love, love

It's so dangerous, there's never no replacin' you
What a fragrance, wonder if it's too contagious, yeah
On a paper, your words cut like a papercut
Like a neighbor, don't know when I'll run into you

So contagious (Contagious)
You're so dangerous
So contagious (Contagious)
You're so dangerous
Yeah, you're so dangerous

[Kiana Ledé:]
Puttin' me in danger when you talk like that
I always told you to think it through, you can't take shit back
Now we still got butterflies, and we're terrified 'cause time is movin' on
And on, and on
With everywhere that I walk
I'm wishing you would come hold my hand
Talkin' you up in my thoughts
These memories might get to me, yeah
It's like I forgot I did this before
I had enough but I still need more
I'm thinkin' maybe it's somethin' about you

[SAFE & Kiana Ledé:]
It's so dangerous, there's never no replacin' you
What a fragrance, wonder if it's too contagious, yeah
On a paper, your words cut like a papercut
Like a neighbor, don't know when I'll run into you

So contagious (Contagious)
You're so dangerous
So contagious (Contagious)
You're so dangerous
Yeah, you're so dangerous
Yeah, you're so dangerous

[SAFE:]
So contagious (Contagious)
You're so dangerous
So contagious (Contagious)
You're so dangerous
Yeah, you're so dangerous

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Rich Nigga Problems

(A$AP Rocky)

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
When that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded
When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases
All your friends hangin' 'cause they know that you payin'
When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough
And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous

[Verse 1]
Got a mink doormat that say, "Nigga, we made it"
Got all white neighbors and most of 'em racist
They put your name and faces when you goin' in places
Then black ain't enough, you just don't wanna be famous
Real talk, real rap, look, I can't deny shit
Couldn't afford shit, but always was attracted to fly shit
Guess that's why I buy, won't invest or capitalize
But expectin' to die rich, just a rich nigga mindset
That's why I'm packin' up my shit, like I'm back at the mom's crib
Like I'm back on my grind like, it's a nine-to-five shift
'Cause nothin' was handed to me, uh, go in and hand it to me
Like I'm Puffy in '96, since (Gimme the loot, gimme the loot)
Let's hope that she really for me, most hoes couldn't handle me
Postponin' a family, work hard so they know what I stand for
Just have 'em to Grammy me? Damn, have 'em Grammy me?
Damn, just don't wanna be famous

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
When that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded
When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases
Your friends like hangin' 'cause they know that you payin'
When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough
And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous

Uh, look at me, get what you see, envision me
Brazen chains, is he Pusha T or Mr. T?
No Hookah smoke, no niggas please, no liquor please
A different me, I'm in this bitch and I'm sippin' tea
Uh, but never spill the tea, most of you niggas sick of me
What would she do to get to me? Get off the tip of the dick of me, please
Another victory, be flawless like the skin on me, please
Don't compare him and me, you offendin' me
This ain't a diss and we ain't enemies
They concerned with breakin' hits, I'm more concerned with makin' history
Loudest nigga in the room the weakest
Them quiet dudes just probably need better speakers
This ain't a modest way of livin', I ain't hungry
Just did a demolition to my kitchen, it was ugly
Cash rules everything around me, get the money, funny
How they got 20/20 vision but don't see a nigga vision 'til 2020?
(Wow) Uh

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
When that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded
When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases
Your friends like hangin' 'cause they know that you payin'
When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough
And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous

Woo, this some bullshit
Yeah
Three, three, three, two, one, cut

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Outro

(Judas and the Black Messiah)

[Instrumental]

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Black Messiah (Bonus Track)

(Rakim)

Love, respect and appreciation
To the Black society
And to the Black Panther party, we salute
It's the God Rakim, let's go

Uh, uh
1948, Chicago, Illinois
A young Panther was born
He became a man when he was just a little boy
Excellent athlete, he excelled in the classroom too
High supreme action speed, that's when his passions grew
Racial injustices, poverty, slavery
He went to college, studied law, then joined the NAACP
A lot of bad things happened
People need to have answers
Why should he keep asking?
So he joined the Black Panthers
Have a mission, need assistant
Invite, try to get all of them
Fight capitalism, the socialism
Fight fire with war
The right cause, grow plan
That requires understanding
The life course, a good man
The Black Messiah Fred Hampton

A good man
Am I a good man?
A good man
Am I a good man?
Am I a good man?
A good man

The man had a lot of heart
Some say a lot of nerves
The man had a lot of smarts
The man with the million dollar words
Led by example
Righteous people wanna follow
Take a special kind of man to
Unite the gangs in Chicago
Made 'em march in peace
Become allies, soldiers
Supervised and policed
They brutalized and controlled us
He wouldn't miss a lot of tricks
Told them what he knew about law
Informed them about politics
Told them what he knew about war
All races, one vision
The American activist
Began the Rainbow Coalition
Everybody thought Jackson did
Genocide, a global bliss
Poetry like a vocalist
FBI's most wanted list
Revolutionary socialist

A good man
Am I a good man?
A good man
Am I a good man?
Am I a good man?
A good man

(Here we go)

They can't take it no longer
He getting bigger by the hour
Everyday getting stronger
The people give him more power
Intelligent, disciplined
He can organize confusion
Militant, different
He can recognize illusions
Maybe overthrow the government
Protest, riots
Maybe even run for President
But who would want to keep him quiet?
The informants on the inside
They still seems unstoppable
But this is always how our leaders die
Because they getting too powerful
Like the barrel of a gun, crucified
He was only twenty-one
Look at all the things he did in a short time
Imagine all the things that he could've done
If he could speak from the grave (uh)
Fred Hampton would say this
You can kill a Black Panther
But the Panther still exists

This record is dedicated to the Chairman Fred Hampton
May you rest in everlasting peace
And to his family
His queen Akua Njeri
And his son, the Chairman Fred Hampton Jr.
Peace, love and respect