Lyrics Angels & Demons - Dead Prez , Immortal Technique , Bazaar Royale
[Feat.
dead
prez
& Bazaar
Royale]
[Intro:]
"What
do
you
see
when
you′re
in
the
dark
and
the
demons
come?
"
"I
see
you.
I
see
you
standing
over
the
grave
of
another
dead
president"
[Hook:
Bazaar
Royale]
I
see
angels
above
me
Demons
below
me
Fighting
over
heaven,
heaven,
heaven
It's
real
[Verse
1:
stic.man]
America′s
nightmare;
young,
black,
and
just
don't
give
a
fuck
Run
up
in
the
courtroom
and
wet
'em
up
Got
nothing
to
lose
but
my
handcuffs
Every
man
must
choose
to
lay
down
or
stand
up
It′s
war
time,
everything
is
fair,
no
fear
When
they
say
the
homie
murdered
the
judge,
I
don′t
care
Fuck
'em,
he
deserved
it,
long
as
the
homie
get
away
And
don′t
get
caught
for
the
crime,
I
encourage
it
We
rootin'
for
the
villain
in
black
Pourin′
out
Absolut,
salute,
niggas
is
shootin'
back
In
self
defense
we
bang
the
pistol
like
Larry
Davis
or
Brian
Nichols
Every
pig,
every
public
official,
the
boomerang
Is
coming
back
to
get
you,
you
reap
what
you
sow
The
system
you
created
created
a
monster
And
now
you
scared
cause
it′s
coming
back
to
haunt
you
[Hook
x2]
[Verse
2:
M-1]
Since
we
gonna
take
the
blame,
I'm
a
rep
my
name
to
get
my
aim
right
Let's
have
an
overthrow
and
after
party
in
the
same
night
Same
height
as
Huey,
same
muscle
build
as
Malcolm
With
the
same
circumstances
in
the
hood,
you
know
the
outcome
And
read
it
in
the
news
about
your
sergeant
and
your
captain
Don′t
take
this
as
a
warning,
just
another
nigga
rappin′
Fuck
the
way
we
organizing,
fuck
the
training
and
the
grapplin'
And
fuck
them
Uncle
Toms
who
call
police
because
we
smack
them
And
fuck
you
sympathizers
with
your
middle
class
reactions
Cause
we
bangin′
on
the
system,
G'd
up,
fuck
the
factions
And
if
you
didn′t
know,
the
G
was
for
George
Jackson
And
long
live
his
warrior
spirit
packin'
the
Magnum
Watching
over
the
soldiers,
knowin′
niggas
be
blackin'
When
we
really
need
to
be
disciplined
in
our
ways
and
actions
When
we
get
some
freedom
you
niggas
can
start
braggin'
Till
then,
inside
the
blood
of
my
eye,
you
see
the
dragon
[Hook
x2]
[Verse
3:
Immortal
Technique]
I′m
like
the
birth
of
baby
Mohammed,
the
movement
I
started
Can
spar
with
the
hardest,
the
martyr
regarded
as
Spartacus-hearted
It
doesn′t
matter
whose
missiles
can
shoot
the
farthest
When
you're
a
target
in
an
Afghan
Tutoberg
Forest
Close
quarters
combat
over
corrupted
elections
Bilderberg
is
like
cancer,
it
grows
an
infection
Nepotism
is
the
gold
and
the
conductor′s
connection
And
ignorance
is
the
prison
that
the
people
are
kept
in
The
military
ain't
there
for
the
people′s
protection
They're
just
there
to
protect
an
investment
That′s
why
people
get
arrested,
electrocuted,
molested
Connected
streets
are
infested
with
those
tired
of
protestin'
Traumatized
children
grow
to
guerilla
garrisons
9/11
generations
pale
in
comparison
And
you
will
learn
a
lesson
repeated
through
history
That
no
matter
what
you
think,
occupation
is
not
victory
[Outro:
Immortal
Technique]
Somalia,
Kashmir
Nigeria,
Palestine
Iraq,
bring
it
back
[Hook
x2]
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