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2020 BET Hip Hop Awards - Political Cypher
by
Jack Harlow
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Twelve, want you to know, I hate you more than you hate me They really the threat, but that's how they try and portray me When you spit the truth they try to view it as hate speech Chi-town outspoken, hope they don't try to Ye me They quick to say you crazy when you waking up and question 'em Like, "Tell us, is this virus really fake or what?" Segregation, paper, genocide, we had to take enough, can't wait for them to change Got to show that we got faith in us, ***** Nobody in danger than a ******* Black man in this country Tеll us about our Black lives like what's another ***** to a ***** A hundrеd years ago, they would've hung me Went from sheets to badges to [?] Make pops leave the crib and turn our grandmas to junkies Make mama not want a job 'cause she get food stamps monthly Kill leaders to misguide us, RIP Doctor [?] and Martin Luther Mentality, Malcolm, front and center in this revolution Yeah I said I'm that girl, fat girl, Black girl, all 'em They seeing problems, maybe we can solve 'em People held they breathe, projected winning onto Rodham But history repeats, we got to peach in state who balding, yeah So now we summon all the spirits of the Baldwins The Malcoms and the Kings, freedom ringing when we call 'em People in the street they tryna vindicate the fallen Tryna find our way back, reparations, payback My money go to grieving to mothers, I don't need a Maybach My drive is dedicated to my people under attack Been rapping about this same oppression back then on an A-track In hopes that every melanated person get to lay back, yeah And we gon' get it come hell [?] high water Expecting peace, a delusional tall order 'Cause we ain't free 'til it apply to every man We gon' kneel until we finally get to stand Just drove past Seventh and Jefferson Still outside city hall and they pressing 'em Last we heard, they reviewing the evidence Same old song and we all know the rest of it 2020 turned our whole country to pessimists You ain't said a word, what the hell do you represent? All the young kids see us setting the precedent Thinking 'bout the future 'cause I'm sick of the present tense Fifteen-thousand-dollar cash bond Now we back in the streets with masks on Kids from the 'burbs ask Pops and ask Mom That's how these old ideas get passed on Something gotta give when the pressure get stacked on Is you about action or is you just actin'? I ain't got to post donations, rather just donate them But I'm back home, I'm dropping the location Adding fuel to the fire they ignited History is now, we gon' be the one to write it I look at both parties, I don't know if we invited Ironic how this country's first name is United I don't think it ever was, cities being overran 'Cause we're sick of asking for change like a homeless man After Barack, I said I would never vote again Hard to stand by waiting for the circus show to end Knowing that my skin could be the death of me I could be the next to be killed by the people that were sworn to be protecting me It's either chemicals in all the food that they been selling me You worried 'bout Supreme, I'm worried 'bout supremacy No money and no tools, that's only half the job More guns and less schools, make sure the path is hard Some make it out the war [?] battle scars But even if we get the credit we still gotta use a Mastercard Throw the whole book away, there's nuttin' good to say And they can do what they do best and just look away We shouldn't play at a dangerous time A smart one is a dangerous mind, you know the vibes, pull up Go vote Martin had a dream, pop, Breonna couldn't dream, pop Call me Rap Three pop when I holla Team Roc Jamming with an attitude, they never, every charge cops When they aiming at our body—blap, blap, blap, blap, blap 'F the police,' the slogan Until we pop the Trojan and they condemn I feel like Odin, caught in these [?] So they be on the [?], they shoot our Black skin Repubs and oh-Dems, we don't owe them Trump ain't the answer, we gotta say Biden I feel like Biden, let go over my vices The biggest gangs ain't the Blood, Crips or Vices FDP, NIPYG They let us shoot from the key with a big AK I got pink eye, I see, see, see Kamala dapping Palmer then I ki, ki, ki Ki, ki, ki, laughing, no more capping back and seven in back of Jacob Blake, we gotta get active, this for Chadwick Last tweet was "Vote," we gotta get active, blap
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