Paris - Tear Shit Up (feat. Dead Prez) Lyrics
f/ Dead Prez* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1 - Paris]You in tune to the most dangerous on fileNiggas finna mash on - ***** get wildWith these field nigga serenades, we break wideIn the land of the weak home of the slave we riseTo protect - they servin' us with sticks and shotsBut who protect us from these murderous copsWhose heroes, you could keep your flags I'm out, I'llWrap a chain around the precinct and burn shit down***** the police, I'm thinkin' how to feed my seedBumpin DPs bailin' down the block on D'sIt's the same shit every daySeem the more a nigga build they wanna take awayLike a slave when you can't eat you can't sleepCan't seem to find peace, only thing the street see is police and poverty***** don't start with me - I can't fadeThe bullshit noise that the radio playWhere the world wanna be like and talk like and act like and rap likeThe black life is all gats and crack pipesI spit right - nigga whut? My shits tightIs you a snitch, nigga or *****? Ya choose sidesWhen we roam, we beat back attack of the clonesWhat kinda shit cha'll niggas is on? We hit homeAnd spill so the people could feel this real talkFrom the bay and everything in between to New York - HollaWhat we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)[Verse 2 - Paris]This is the way we bomb when we come aroundStill keep it on the map for the underground***** the system, I'ma holla with a black fistIt's hard truth, where my soldiers? We still blitzAnd who's who with these gangstas, see a vetYoung niggas or the government? Take a guessSee we blessed with the speech that could reach oppressed communitiesWorld wide so we don't waste time we stress freedomAnd serve 'em wit the style (what)Mother***** smilin' (what)Who wanna ride (what)Rally up the crowd (what)Full hollow tips (what)Cyanide squibs (what)Power to the peopleWith rocks, banana clips see usStrugglefor the streets mother***** the blingNowadays radio make it harder to bringReal shit to the people - it's deeper than meThey intice with the conflict ice and blow treesCorporatized by the vile - they smile and fillBlack bodies in the pen it's the men they kill3 strikes, whose life? Not my life yoursPut the men into prison turn women to whoresIgnore cries of the people - but time is upStay tuned for the sequel - we buildin' to bustI'm goin' AWOL - ***** all laws I wanna attackThis bullshit, hold 'em accountable for they acts - feel meWhat we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)[Verse 3 - Dead Prez]Militant and political Guevera M-1I wipe the smile off you many mouths, meld like a gunAnd I remember '99 goin' on tour with Big PunGettin' this fast rap cash from them six-week runsSee I done learned from them generals with wild entourages*****in' like rabbits but don't wanna be fathers*****in' up they hotel room, stay on some star shitKnow your role, play you position, rule 4You know you can't fade it, it's gang truce-relatedWe bang for change, hittin', no game, you can't hate itI wanna slap Bush and his mammyFor how he did the Haitians in Miami that's my famCoupe tet Boule kay, so please die cracka dieThat's for 22 generations of genocideYou see that's why we get high, just to get bySee we sit and wait until it's dark outside and then we rideOn our enemies, you can depend on meIf you a pig then you can't be no friend of meSee it's been 33 years since Fred been goneHe was murdered on the same day Jay-Z was born, for real12-4-69, same year, when they take one from usThen another appearsWe gon' take this time to commemmorateNRD - National Revolutionary Day, say it -What we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)
