Artist: Immortal Technique f/ Bazaar Royale, Dead Prez Album: The Martyr Song: Angels & Demons Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [dialogue from "In the Line of Fire"] What do you see when you're in the dark, and the Demons come? I see you I see you standing over the grave of another dead President [Chorus: Bazaar Royale] I see angels above me, demons below me Fighting over heaven, heaven, heaven is real [stic.man - Dead Prez] America's nightmare; young black and just don't give a fuck Run up in a court room and wet 'em up Got nuttin to lose, but my handcuffs Every man must choose to lay down or stand up It's war time, everything is fair no fear When they said the homey murdered the judge, I don't care Fuck him, he deserved it! Long as the homie get away and don't get caught for the crime, I encourage it We rootin for the villain in black Pourin out our salutes, salute, niggaz is shootin back In self defence we bang the pistols like Larry Davis or Brian Nickles Every pig, every public official The boomerang is comin back to get you You reap what you sewed didn't you? The system you created created a monster And now you scared cause it's comin back to haunt ya [Chorus] - repeat 2X [M1 - Dead Prez] Since we gonna take the blame, I'ma rep my name to get my aim right Lets have a overthrow and after-party in the same night Same height as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm with the same circumstances in the hood you know the outcome And read it in the news about your sergeant and your captain Don't take this as a warning just another nigga rappin Fuck the way we organizin fuck the trainin and the grapplin And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police because we smacked 'em And fuck you sympathizers with your middle class reactions Cus we bangin on the system G'ed up, fuck the factions And if you didn't know the G was for George Jackson And long live his warrior spirit packin a Magnum Watching over the soldiers knowin niggaz be blackin when we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actions When we get some freedom you niggaz can start braggin Until then, inside the blood in my eye, you see the dragon [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Immortal Technqiue] Yeah~! Uhh I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed The movement I started could spar with the hardest a martyr regarded as spartic dishearted It doesn't matter whose missiles can shoot the farthest when you're a target in an Afghan Teutoburg forest Close quarters combat, over corrupted elections Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows with infection Nepotism is the gold in the conductors connection And ignorance is the prison that the people are kept in The military ain't there for the peoples protection they're just there to protect an investment That's why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested Connected streets are infested, with those tired of protesting Traumatized children grown in guerilla garrisons 9/11 generations pale in comparison And you will learn a lesson repeated through history that no matter what you think, occupation is not victory~! [Chorus] - repeat 4X [Immmortal over Chorus] Somalia, Kashmir, Nigeria, Palestine Iraq, bring it back