th1rt3en - Fight (Feat. Cypress Hill)

Now I don't know what you been told But it sounds satanic to me Bodies left cold in the street to die And all the children in misery, and I said Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill] Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Basically, this is a metamorphosis of the matrix Allow me to morph into Morpheus and escape with Metaphysical laws, so lost and sacred They'll transform in front of your eyes and shape-shift While we fight over who the true father of Christ is We're suffering inside of an economical crisis Children of the soul, the righteous Turn into Black vampires, lost and lifeless And you better protect your neck And I'm not talking about Wu-Tang or ISIS They'll pick you out the crowd on some Price Is Right shit Burn a cross, water hose, dogs and nightsticks Yeah, that's what it used to be, see, they would usually Just hang a nigga, fuck 'em Now they don't have the time to decorate the trees so they buck 'em Buck, buck, buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, buck 'em (Fight) [Pre-Chorus: B-Real] This little piggy killed a minor Same piggy got paid to stay home This next pork chop removed his body cam And he aimed his Glock at my dome This flatfoot prefers chokeholds Steroids changes his mode (Oh, no) He shoots his blood with testosterone Just to follow that American code (Damn) [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill] Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] You heard of the murderers in Ferguson? The nerve of them Never protected and servin' 'em, it's worse than the Tuskegee experiments Desertin' 'em, inserting 'em with syphilis Close the curtain on 'em, inconspicuous, admit it it's a Undeserved and ridiculous resurgence of wickedness That occurs when the witnesses insist it was viciousness The trick is the picketers get depicted when picketing And pick-pocketers, cops, are lickin' they chops when they ticketing (Fuck democracy) Gotta be, it's a fallacy, listen, follow me Prisoners of a system acknowledge there's no equalities No apologies needed for niggas and jigaboos The policy is that death is the quickest way to get rid of you So one for the insta', two for the 'tution Three for the forefathers that had a revolution And four, now that the war's cerebral You'll let me prognosticate on the mic like Ezekiel [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill] Fight, the niggas and the cops The niggas don't win, the niggas get— The niggas get— the niggas get— The niggas get— the niggas get dropped Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops The niggas don't win, the niggas get—