Tha Bizness - Pressure lyrics

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Tha Bizness - Pressure lyrics

[Malcolm X] Who are you? You don't know? Don't tell me 'Negro' That's nothing What were you before the white man named you a 'Negro'? What was your name? It couldn't have been 'Smith' or 'Jones' or 'Bush' or 'Powell' That wasn't your name They don't have those kind of names where you and I came from No what was your name? And why don't you now know what your name was then? Where was your history? How did a man wipe out your history? How did the man, what did the man do to make you as dumb, as you are right now? [k**er Mike] Motherf**as I just bought some new chuckas The old ones bloodied up from stomping out mo' s**as Big bad k**a Big black gorilla King Kong on you monkey a** n***as Step and fetch funky a**, flunky a** n***as Dick in the booty for your Ma**a' a** n***as I don't fear no man Not Bush not Clinton not Osama Ask your Uncle Thomas how he choose Ma**a' over Obama You could have a million dollars and a white collar Liberation costs more then a damn dollar It costs what Christ gave King gave X gave A billion dollars don't make you an ex-slave n***a With an Attitude since fifth grade I never behave Rather be a dead man than a live slave [Hook:] We can say what we like Put the pressure on 'em Ice Cube and k**er Mike Put the pressure on 'em I can do what I want Put the pressure on 'em But god dammit I'm gonna Put the pressure on 'em Put the pressure on 'em Homie put the pressure on 'em Put the pressure on 'em Homie put the pressure on 'em Put the pressure on 'em Homie put the pressure on 'em Cause pressure bust pipes Pressure bust pipes [Ice Cube:] I'm here to deprogram you Don't forget what they made your great grandmama do What they made your great granddaddy do Without a dollar or a penny or a thank you The same motherf**ers wanna gank you Cause they hate you and the p**y that you came through Can anybody tell me that it ain't true? That these motherf**ers ain't out to hurt you They'll lock you up, beat you up and work you Put your life on a thirty year curfew Little cell little window for you to look through Even gotta a little chair where he can cook you n***a please I'mma be in the breeze Beat 'em up with my plan like the Japanese Now I'm overseas And I'm trapping these Thank God I didn't have to co*k and squeeze [Hook] [k**er Mike] Black politicians stop bullsh**ting And you funky black preachers with your pulpit Our kings had dreams and a big vision All you give us is government and religion Is you a freedom fighter or a stool pigeon Is you down for your people in the big mission Or you a dirty n***a working for a f**ing Clinton Or you dirty n***a working for a f**ing Bush Another message for the politicians: Better get the police off our a** quickly If another old lady die in this city Swear to god we will burn down the f**ing city Big schemes Big dreams Yeah I'm with it folk But twenty years of selling dope just a f**ing joke And so what, you the man with that white man? Probation got your answering to a white man [Hook] [k**er Mike] God dammit the Red Dogs and Ramparts running rampant These pigs going ham sammich In New York k**ed a young brother In Atlanta k**ed a grandmother And politicians say 'save the planet' f** that, save us dammit! From the black pigs helped 'em k** Sean Bell I hope it's five degrees hotter for your a** in hell Race traitin' ba*tard, you less than trash I hope when Jesus come back he murder your a** So you burn in hell 'til you turn white ash To the one that say 'sorry' tell' em 'kiss our a**' We don't need em motherf**er you can keep it for yourself I wish you nothing but pain and bad health I hope luck run away from you and wealth No honor in life no honor in d**h You a Judas to us, n***a k** yourself [Hook] [Malcolm X] No Negro leaders have fought for civil rights They have begged for civil rights They have begged the white man for civil rights They have begged the white man for freedom And anytime you beg another man to set you free You will never be free Freedom is something you have to do for yourselves And until the American Negro lets the white man know That we are really really ready and willing to pay the price that is necessary for freedom Our people will always be walking around and second cla** citizens or what you call twentieth century slaves (What price are you talking about sir?) The price of freedom is d**h

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