Immortal Technique feat. Killer Mike , Brother Ali & Chuck D Civil War Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]

The ghetto is like a prison with invisible bars,
No matter where you ride it always follows you where you are,
And it's hard out there for a pimp to get outta,
But it's harder for the hooker that he beat the s___ outta,
I got n____s underground in the confederate states,
Ironically running from slavery that prison creates,
So I never hate on the south - I respect they vision,
I just hate on the n____s that promote Samboism,
And white execs that love to see us in that position,
They reflect the stereotypes of America's vision,
They want us dancing, c___in' and hollerin,
Only respect us for playing sports and modelin',
More than racism; it's stay-in-your-place-ism,
Our people are trapped in practical black-face-ism,
So f___ a civil war between the north and the south,
It's between field n____s and slaves that are stuck in the house!

Civil war for the soul of a nation
This is a struggle to save civilization
Demonstrations overthrowing the occupation
The annihilation of mental colonization

Civil war for the soul of a nation
We fight for the future of our civilization
Destroy the corrupt government organizations
Trying to survive cultural a__asination

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]

Crip n____s, Blood n____, eses, Asians
Why the f___ we warring with each other's population?
If devil wanna dead all our population
People in folk nation, why the separation?
Why we got Jamaicans hating on Hatians?
When the British and French raped both nations,
Mexicans and Blacks kill each other: straight hating,
While the government profits from prison population,
If you on the bottom, be you Anglo or Asian,
You gotta recognize the realness of what I'm saying,
You gotta recognize another G ain't the enemy,
When the police ride, they kill us frequently,
We gotta make the youth see where the truth be,
If you a G, then go and develop GD,
50 years of gangs and our people still poor,
If we really run the streets, we should really end war.


[Verse 3: Brother Ali]

Our hearts were torn apart just like ya'lls was,
Watching towers full of souls fall to sawdust
Every time we called your office you ignored us,
Now you holding hearings *ON US* all inside of Congress
Microscopes on us, ask if we're Jihadists,
My answer was in line with all of the Founding Fathers,
I think Patrick said it best: Give me liberty or death,
I shall never accept anything less,
You claim innocence,
You play victimless,
But you gave the kiss of death in the name of self-defense,
Slavery and theft have brought other nations to the end,
To pacify your citizenry with success,
We believe in freedom, justice, security,
But they're only good when applied universally,
Certainly if I rage against the machine,
My aim was only to clean the germs out of the circuitry,
Heard you need putting fear inside your heart,
Make you burn Qu'rans and tell me not to build a Mosque,
Me, my wife and babies we ain't never made Jihad,
We just want to touch our heads to the floor and talk to god,
Ask him to remove every blemish from our heart,
The greatest threat of harm doesn't come from any bomb,
The moment you refuse the human rights for just a few,
What happens when that few includes you?

Civil war...

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