Big Syke - The Struggle Continues lyrics

[FARRAKHAN SPEECH OCTOBER 16th. 1995] [VERSES FROM (167) TO (168)] Midori, plays the violin, She was magnificent They don't have to say to white people; I'm better than you, they just do their thing (YEAH!!) And White Folk got to readjust their thinking Because they thought that they used to master All of these instruments and nobody else could But the Chinese are mastering it, even the Japanesse are mastering it All these things; are breaking up the mind of White Supremacy Blackman, you don't have to bash white people All we got to do is; go back home (Where?) And turn our communities, into productive places All we gotta do is; go back home And make our communities a decent and safe place to live (YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT!!) And if we start dotting the Black Community with businesses (YEAH!!) Opening up factories (WHAT ELSE?) challenging ourselves to better than we are White folks, instead of driving-by using the “N” word They will say: (Look! Look at them! Oh! my God! They're marvelous, they're wonderful, we can't.. We can't say they're inferior anymore) But every time we drive-by and shoot, every time we car-jack Every time we use foul, and filthy language (The struggle continues) Every time we produce culturally degenerate's films and tapes Putting a string in our women's backside (The struggle continues) And parading them before the world (The struggle continues) Every time we do things like this; We are feeding the degenerate mind of White Supremacy And I want us to stop feeding that mind, and let that mind die; Their natural d**h. (YEAH!!) (*APPLAUSE!! CLAPS!!*) [2Pac] Now, I was born as a rebel, making trouble for the devil Take this gang bang sh**, to a whole another level Can you feel me now? Armies in every city, definition of power Players are you with me? - see the war is the prophecy Survival is the strategy, rest in peace! To my comrades that's deceased, organize the streets in time You'll have these devils petrified of a n***a in his right mind They tell us that we hopeless and hell bound It's for the brothers in penitentiaries jailed down I got you in my heart until the day I die Think of the damage we could do, if we wasn't high Can you picture me loc? - it's a thug's wrath Political contracts and blood baths For Matulu Shakur up in the Rikers though they got you I'll never let them stop you, the struggle continues [Fatal Hussein] I gotta get out of town, see I done shot another Dick n***a be rolling trips, to keep his mind off sticks They check our parole, they supervise my whole size Money wires surprise, drug dealers on the rise These carjacks is federal, you soft and shred able Dictionary rappers you come at me all edible I lit bash your crew, like you know what I'm about (Ha ha ha) Guinness style cause Fatal done hit up another house These props and pretty n***as getting played like pumps f**ing up these f*g fronts; fronting on blunts Blast these b**h n***as bullsh**ting on a body k** n***as Brown it in me and you can ask Bobby Slick shooter and looter, k**er smoking Buddha Man this dirty money can't get a little cuter Money and who*es, money and who*es Rest in peace and Al. Storm Murder Case has just closed [Verse 3: Flip Side of O.F.T.B] All I'm trying to do is make a penny But crooked cops beating down my door like I beat down Resno Dinny They're in position with they shot guns But if they kick in my door like I know they catch the hot one They kicked it in, so Flip got biz Now I'm on the run living life as a fugitive The cops was deep, they made a clean sweep I tried to break but caught one in the a** cheek [Big Syke] A drug smuggler from the underworld, thugging Desperado Visual loco motion from my Teflon hollows Transgression racketeer, probation violator Buster, tester, no fear for the Ingle, Watts slayer My future is unknown, hoochies on the phone calling me Parking down the street from my house trying to follow me Boundaries restricted for a thug unconstitutional Balling out of control from L.A. to Puerto Rico [Flip Side of O.F.T.B] I'm bleeding bad, and damn I need a doctor But I can't do sh** until I shake this helicopter A gang banger, dope slanger, full of anger I k**ed a cop now they want me on a coat hanger [Big Syke] We smoke Dope and soak Weed and greed ain't uncommon though Dog I'm in need, indeed ain't no option bro' Cookies and chips, I got a street education My homies stressing out cause his babies mama is basing What am I chasing a relationship with God or a female? Secrets don't tell, I just posted bail f** Jail and the C.O. from my n***as in the Pen' Treated like a dog for his sin, f** a friend Let my .64 Benz blockade as I fade back streets L.A., East Side Compton, Long Beach Murderous, k**ers, lunatic kamikazes We drop bodies and throw parties, the struggle continues [The Low M.B. of O.F.T.B] f** the pigs, they keep a n***a upset Cause if they see me in a Benz, I know them fools wanna sweat I guess they think The Low M. ain't suppose to have sh** Try to pull me over, I'm going to k** that a** b**h Cause I'm from Nikon Cedars n***a And I know you heard; that we're all cop k**ers My young homies love that sh** like a sport They're rather k** a cop than be in the basketball court And we're going to stick with the hate HUH! you think it's over cause you got rid of that fool Daryl Gates But he's still in the back calling shots So we're gonna stay in our hood k**ing cops