Malcolm & Martin

Lyrics

[Intro] We are oppressed. We are exploited We are downtrodden. We are denied not only civil rights, but even human rights So the only way we're going to get some of this oppression and exploitation away from us, or aside from us, is come together against the common enemy *Applause* [Chorus] We the grandchildren of Malcolm and Martin Had enough of the protestin' and marchin' Won't be no peace, ain't no justice This thе last generation they gon' fuck with Wе the grandchildren of Malcolm and Martin Had enough of the protestin' and marchin' Won't be no peace, ain't no justice This the last generation you gon' fuck with [Verse 1] Yeah, one nation of thugs buildin' No longer crack seller, protectin' our black children United we stand, divided we fall from the conflict Beefin' with each other, we brothers of other nonsense Sentence on your conscious, all the murders and the violence The loud sirens, crooked cops quote a silence System was designed to arrest my kind And oppress my kind, but still we rise Hands up no resistin', but still we die With the cameras rollin', pedestrians stroll up right by Right in front of your eyes, they takin' our black lives Right in front of the buildin', we killin our own kind The devil is alive, we shall overcome Holy Quran in my left palm, in my right a gun The only weapons that I need, the lessons to perceive Was passed from the ancestors to my spirits [?] [Chorus] We the grandchildren of Malcolm and Martin Had enough of the protestin' and marchin' Won't be no peace, ain't no justice This the last generation they gon' fuck with We the grandchildren of Malcolm and Martin Had enough of the protestin' and marchin' Won't be no peace, ain't no justice This the last generation you gon' fuck with [Verse 2] All lives matter except the black ones (Word) America hard, y'all just havin' a blast Refuse the bag for free, the mob won't even ask, bruh Y'all keep marchin' and protestin', all we could [?] [?] for the same dream Martin had for us So what if that shit don't add up? We mad son If Dr. King watching, he'd probably say "Shoot back, fuck it" Malcolm'd be like "I told you niggas, scrap up", no more Gettin' our ass' bust, actin' glad for nothin' They built this country on our back, you buggin' I ain't with the shit, I'm with the shifts Maskin', glovin', before this plandemic Man them shit's [?] We [?] Shoulda known we'd be here for the revolution It was always about the movement, it was never just music We trained y'all to be better as units, be rebellious students And we made a lot of you niggas excellent shooters Let's get it movin', soldier [Verse 3] They say darkness brings danger And danger, it birth anger (Uh) Activist or gang banger Six degrees of separation just make us strangers For some to transition it took longer [?] did it now, look at how it made us stronger (Yeah) I think of Donald Goines and Langston Hughes Two different poets with two different views (Yeah) [Verse 4] At the window with the rifle, make [?] Been beatin' down so long, it's hard to turn the other cheek It's hard to even speak, I'd rather let the chopper talk I'd be damned if I just stand here and let 'em chalk us off (Ow) We on board for the cause, whenever drama sparks (Ow) Grand-babies at the Jolly Stompers and the Tomahawks I got my father smarts and my mama heart And that's the perfect mix, [?] [Chorus] We the grandchildren of Malcolm and Martin Had enough of the protestin' and marchin' Won't be no peace, ain't no justice This the last generation they gon' fuck with We the grandchildren of Malcolm and Martin Had enough of the protestin' and marchin' Won't be no peace, ain't no justice This the last generation you gon' fuck with [Verse 5] Did you know The Constitution of the United States States the negro is three-fifths of a man? Man, wait, maybe that's the reason you callin' me "Boy" [?] feel a little more Give me your last name, like who fuck am I? Just another negro on a bucket ride Took my mom and my daddy in that brown wagon Your wife favorite color is brown, now I'm braggin' Now I'm laughin', it ain't joke though, hah Put my little homies in a chokehold Now I'm loco, but I don't speak spanish I speak magic, hit the tragic, I'm seein' you vanish, poof Like [?] in the booth, I'ma shoot, 'less he ain't with it Get it to the youth to tell the truth I seen the youth in the Coupe yellin' "Please don't shoot" Like police gon' do, gon' do [Verse 6] Uh, think about it, [?], if you really think about it If people sleep, can we really be about it? But these new gens be woke up out their peace Awaken by the same old beast But they ain't goin' out like no sheep I see our woman on the front line against that bullshit design And plus they fine, uh But that don't mean you can grab their behind You better reach their mind, man Stand up to that, best to slack off that gadget Revolution ain't no beauty pageant I know we gon' do what we do But what good is [?] out a shelter? Clothin' and food, dude Get up, stand up, like that [?] verse Where the first got last, and now the last come first See these new gens ain't playin', sayin' "Givin' birth is the hardest damn thing on Earth, yo" [Chorus] We the grandchildren of Malcolm and Martin Had enough of the protestin' and marchin' Won't be no peace, ain't no justice This the last generation they gon' fuck with We the grandchildren of Malcolm and Martin Had enough of the protestin' and marchin' Won't be no peace, ain't no justice This the last generation you gon' fuck with