CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Burn

Toomp is on the beat

"Do your job
Do what you say this country is supposed to be about
'The land of the free for all'
It has not been free for black people
And we are tired"

DJ Toomp
Burn this b*t*h
We goin' burn this
We goin' burn this b*t*h

Tell the pastor he can't tell me sh*t
We goin' burn this b*t*h
f**k these crackers and and they f**king flag
Raise your black fist

Tell Kap he can take a knee
But we don't kneel for sh*t
Get the gas and your f**king mask
We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h

We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h
We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h

We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h
We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h

Eh, someone please call 911, we can ambush they ass
They will never set it coming
f**k putting your hands up, they kill us in handcuffs
Uh uh, buddy yeah, we got a handgun
They want n***as at the bottom forever
This sh*t ain't new, been a problem forever
Pops got 12, ain't touched nobody
n***a f**ked 12, they don't love nobody
f**k all that marchin', we gettin' armed
I'm tryin' to be peaceful, but they woke the monster
I'm thinking "awesome," I'm 'bout to bomb 'em
They never listen, but we tried to warn 'em
f**k it and get the strap, we lootin', they shoot
Then we shoot 'em back
Polluting my people with noose and crack
Only way out is the hoop and rap
Eh, f**k is a blue life?
Someone that's corrupting on do right?
Someone that's goin' make sure the news tight?
A pu**y in badge and some blue tights?
Just made it out the academy
Take a five out of his family
Driving a mama to insanity
f**k a flag, give a f**k who mad at me
Black man and I won't be a casualty

Burn this b*t*h down if we need to
Keep on harming my people
Since being black is illegal
We don't see change, we goin' see you
'Til you see through, three-fifths is not equal
Tryin' to live, sh*t is lethal
Man, f**k they flag and that eagle
I ain't turn it down 'til we turn it 'round
You ain't know, but you learn it now
Paid with our life so we earn it now
Built it up and we'll burn it down
Let the po-po know that I'm in the town
Loaded rounds for the bonus rounds
All the Sandra Blands, all the Michael Browns
Heart be poundin' when the siren sound
What my kids goin' do if I'm not around?
When I'm handcuffed and they beat me down?
Knee on my neck, and I'm on the ground
Gasping for air is a scary sound
So I stay strapped when I ride around
17 shots to divide around
Better riot wild, look my body found
Silence too long to be quiet now

Mama cryin' in the kitchen
I ain't marchin' with no Christians
Tell the preacher if he comin'
Bring a f**kin' pistol with him
I'm sick of prayers and good wishes
From you pu**y-ass rappers
You a gangsta in the hood
But you scared of these crackers
Grab some rope, drummer with the dope
We about to smoke
Stick with extendo clips
We goin' hit the road
f**k this pig, he know what he did
Take me to his crib
Kick his door, split his f**king wig
Hope he hid the kids
They done gentrified all the projects
To put their needs up in our neck
Now the whole world wanna protest
They put rubber bullets off of my chest
That's a whole lot for me to digest
That's a lot of pain with no progress
Give me justice, or give me death
Imma burn it down before I rest

f**k all you yellow journalists
And yeah that's permanent
Nat Turner sh*t, we goin' burn this b*t*h
Like General Sherman did
Ain't that the truth? Like Sojourner is
We lit like furnaces
Serving freaks like it's '36
From here to Ferguson
Turn this b*t*h into ashes n***a
We goin' earn this sh*t
Got my rifle, vest, and tourniquet
That's what I'm purging with
All my actions are affirmative
Another murder vic-tim to the system
Call Geico or whoever y'all insurance with
'Cause my peoples built this country
Damn near furnished it
So f**k your constitution
n***a, what's your contribution?
b*t*h, we done with lootin'
Guns are shootin' from the roof
And summer's boostin,' join the movement
School of hard knocks, honor students

No peace rallies, no interventions
A n***a jaywalk, gets sent to prison
Arrests ain't enough, we demand convictions
And a long-ass prison sentence
Numbers like price of retro Nikes
200 years, full strikes
Justice ain't alike for blacks and whites
Unite, grab your strap and fight
Be searching for the dogs that hung us from shade trees
Same breeze that sold n***as into slavery
Canned beans won't save me
Burn it all down into flames please
We angry, let's do it for Selma
We can't breathe, let's do it for Tulsa
Suck the [?] from the Klan and the Karens
f**k y'all culture vultures
Power respect power
The wolf don't get permission from the sheep (facts)
Swing or we can't breathe
Our leaders suggesting peace
Either you sleep, afraid of our house negros
We can leave them, protect the people
Actors ain't there, rappers got scared
Happy to eat by their masters' feet though
Racist crackers is black cancer
We don't believe you, we got cameras
Need the Panthers
Cut the head off the Grand Dragon
Bring me the antlers

Okay, I'm goin' burn your whip
I'm goin make you go to work
Clean this motherf**ker
'Cause we 'bout to tear it up
PC crews have got my ruger
Pastor of the movement
We don't want to tear it up
But, b*t*h, we need improvement
Lost my best friend due to police brutality
Everybody wanna march but this is my reality
This is not a photo op
I can't stand the f**king cops
Pullin' me over
This one's for my soldiers
Got a lot of officers that really protect me
But there's way more that can't wait to disrespect me
So let me tell you how we feelin' right now
Police killing black men so I'm tellin' y'all right now

Tell the pastor he can't tell me sh*t
We goin' burn this b*t*h
f**k these crackers and and they f**king flag
Raise your black fist

Tell Kap he can take a knee
But we don't kneel for sh*t
Get the gas and your f**king mask
We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h

We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h
We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h

We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h
We goin' burn this b*t*h
Goin' burn this b*t*h
Burn this b*t*h

Hey yeah, boy
Hey yeah
Hey yeah, boy
Hey yeah

"We're not thugs
I see beautiful people out here
I see kings and queens
I see activists, I see passionate people
I see mothers, fathers, sons, daughters
I see a people who say, 'We ain't goin' for it no more
If we got to burn this motherf**ker down
That's what they goin;' do'
They ain't calling for it no more"