Schama Noel - The Riot Part II lyrics

[Verse 1: Schama Noel] You are now listening to a black guy Go ahead and turn it off, cast judgement or be baptized Because I came to defy all the stereotypes The type of black guy to make a racist white girl say "I'll marry yo type" And wait a minute, how is this song recording, shouldn't you be in jail Shouldn't you be robbing a store, meditating on who's gonna pay your bail Something's not adding up You wouldn't know cause you not good with math & such Your brain is slow & your mind don't work fast enough Go smoke your dope, cause I know your addict yup What's your greatest tool? What's your grades in school? What's your favorite film? Is it paid in full ? What you born to do? How you contribute? All do is loot, do you pay the bills? Gangbang & deal that's your main appeal? Just banging girls & slanging pills, ima say what's real, this 45 will get you ate foreal And I don't even need to know you individually Ima generalize you off of every little thing What equality's to you isn't what it is for me Ima shoot first, ask later every time we meet [Verse 2: WhoisLonny? ] Based off predictions, I'll be a gunshot victim or the shooter Go to prison to get chewed up by the system Always had a tainted vision so I never seen the point in livin' Unless I was spitting writtens out my composition Tryna make a difference and distance myself from the stereotypicals, I ridiculed Like based of visuals, you gone label me criminal that's stealing from the store Prolly sniffing blow, and selling it to n***as for the Low Yo f** yo prejudice, gated community residence, bank accounts presidents, and country club membership Y'all all racist, replications of Ronald Reagan Kids die on more occasions, they k**ers winning they cases RIP to Mike Brown, wish they'd treat me Caucasian Yo this generation I was raised got me feeling caged in Swear I need a locksmith to unlock this box I'm locked in I might grab a Glock and start popping everybody I see Every cop on every block and start a riot in the streets, grab the key to every lock and set all my n***as free [Verse 3: SoulHead Jones] Chicago off in that Summer, Compton all in that Spring Winter all over this planet, and we fall for everything If Freedom is Freedom and free well, freedom is free to be seen We love y'all out in St. Louis, Foreal What you thought out here? It was justice involved Give your Uncle, your cousin, your auntie a call Getchyo gear up cuz of course if its war we could brawl Plus the system is built so if you touch it could fall Sprinkle the ashes and histories dust in the halls Moist conditions condense it com-bust and evolve But we love y'all out in st Louis And anybody would cry if their son died But the tears would get sun dried So the streaks turn to creaks in the cracks of the alleys Rivers and valleys they run dry But how could a stream cause a cracklin' flame by sparking the name of that one guy And the flame at the peak of the mountain could be what the people mistaking for sunrise So they rise for themselves One time the umpire surprised that it fell after one strike Empire strike in itself on the one side the undying people will eat if its lunchtime We see the police and the pleas in the street like business and ethics are untied We all love y'all out in st Louis Black people and white people too