| (feat. Aesop Rock and El-P) | |
| [Mr. Lif:] | |
| Take my check | |
| Take my intellect | |
| Take my self-respect | |
| Ban my dialect | |
| Hang me from a tree | |
| Slice my neck | |
| Take my head as a monument of the hatred of opposites | |
| Take the time to sell my culture | |
| Count how you profited | |
| Take a break | |
| Take two | |
| What's it gonna take to make you | |
| Understand the man I equate to | |
| I create crews | |
| One thousand, two thousand | |
| Fuck it, bring the whole central housing | |
| Take a trip to free brothers from penitentiares | |
| Judges steady handing out centuries | |
| That nigga got life for growing weed | |
| Ah! See the plan? | |
| He could never be a man | |
| Never get to help his fam | |
| Just like Apartheid that didn't die back in '91 | |
| Parents were subject to interference | |
| If they caught you late trying to raise a son or daughter | |
| They'd use a gun or a knife as they summoned slaughter | |
| And I wish I could ring the blood out of your clothes | |
| Give you back your afros and your strong black nose | |
| But what's done is done | |
| Who's gone is gone | |
| Once again, the sun illuminates bodies at dawn | |
| And I yawn and grow weary | |
| Succumbed to old theory | |
| That strips my wits of thoughts I used to hold dearly | |
| So clearly the gold nearly ended existence | |
| A young brother who hungers, lying there shiftless | |
| A rich brother who hovers, hoarding his riches | |
| A fatal divide | |
| Acts of the colonized | |
| It's a worldwide unwise data that leaks when we speak | |
| Repeats 'till decency depletes | |
| Then leaks through our moral fabric forming havoc | |
| We're left reminiscing what was written on a tablet | |
| It's a path we've forgotten - lost in our heads | |
| And I know they're listening - so P.S. fuck the feds! | |
| [Aesop Rock:] | |
| And I know they're listening - so P.S. fuck the feds! | |
| Hold weight, hold water, hold your head above the latter | |
| While I'm at it, hope your story holds a little when it matters | |
| The mold inside his holding cell became proof of the leak | |
| Now he holds his tongue behind his teeth in a room with police | |
| One call alloted, tried to holler at his cousin | |
| Who couldn't hold his liquor, let alone hold the discussion | |
| 20 seconds in he pass out on the hold button | |
| 'Till his quarter ran out with the dreams of ever holding something | |
| No, it isn't folklore - Yes, it's morbid | |
| If he hold heat, he'd probably hold grudges, not horses | |
| We grew up in the hold it now hit it | |
| When hold it down meant it was better to hold the crown, not the image | |
| You bow to a gimmick, you bound to hold back the incentive | |
| Which your friends will hold against you | |
| When you haul back to the village | |
| Fall back, crawl back to the killers | |
| Who couldn't hold a candle to the actual definition of "illest" | |
| [El-P:] | |
| Little man said I was fired | |
| Under artificial fire up in the sky | |
| Florescent tungsten hovered under cubicle design | |
| Interrupted just before final synaptic nerve could fire | |
| And I lost count right as I got up to the last digit in Pi | |
| What a fiery piece of trash (bastard) | |
| Why, I ought to fire the boomstick in your face and tell the tribe that it was (magic) | |
| You tried to take my soul but now it's (fire in the hole) | |
| And I'm fired up | |
| Walking through the office firing automatics | |
| You didn't start the fire - you simply sparked it | |
| Next time you light a fire under my ass better hope that you're flame retardant | |
| Arson is in my bent heart - you're begging to see the (billow) | |
| Of the smokes of the fires of Odin - enter the fire starter | |
| See, every little monotonous moment that I punched the clock was equivalent to furnace fuel | |
| In the form of a (fiery rock) | |
| Welcome to trial by fire measured in Celsisus | |
| You can fire me from the job but I promise I'm walking out the office healthiest |
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