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Black Fatigue

 

Black Fatigue

(álbum: Against All Authorities - 2015)


[Hook x4:]
Fuck the police, that side you know
This is war, cops are getting blasted

[Verse 1 Fredro Starr:]
When you're dealing with the police
Get on play, Jep D
Black fatigue, civil war, city under siege
We under stress, better get a gun and a vest
Fuck the J, they should be under arrest
How many black lives do they gotta take
Marches do we gotta make, out of state
Sometimes you gotta take, matters in your own hand
So get your guns and hold the fort down
Just like homeland
A couple Tecs, molotov cocktails
Niggas got Glock shells, in size of ox tails
We letting off the kalashnikov
Ambulance drop the stretches off, I might get a stretch up north

[Hook x4]

[Verse 2 SickFlo:]
Black fatigue, no sweat
The streets catching the fire and the bodies that I stacked to blast
Jaded authority, [?] slaying minorities
I'm craving and braving up to snuff the majority of
These figures, demons in uniforms
Protect and serve as much as the reality of unicorns
Not in a [?] the corners
Ready to war, they scared of my odor it's enormous
Routines stopped, where my routines cocked
Blast, cripping, get your whole blue team shot
My illest militant vigilance, swing the shotty like a petulant
Injured him, officer down, had to dismember him

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3 Sticky Fingaz:]
I need my point blink vest metal plate and a chest
A all black fatigue cause I never can rest
From the blood in my veins to the blows of my flesh
You gon' need a eye witness cause I never confess
I got guns waiting to shoot but we gon' need more
Just call me the spook who sat by the door
Damn right we gon' loot it, burn down the store
But not in our hood it's time we come into yours
We see it on the news but all of us fucking living
Fuck these politicians, all of 'em, fuck the piggies
Brothers getting sentences, all in a double digits
Even white boys is calling each other niggas

[Hook x4]

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