Rootwords Voodoo (feat. Blitz The Ambassador)
[Verse I]
Here we go again
The same topic
"It happened such a long time ago
Why don't you drop it ?"
Huh ?
That's because there are some things I can't forget
Like the color of my skin and the size of my intellect
Check
I don't reject the progress that you've made
At least somebody tried to put an end to the charade
But shish -
Thats the light
I'm concerned about the shade under which you hide - the reason our two worlds still collide ...
Don't play dumb def and blind ...
I just won't let that slide
It's not about if it's polite to say "nigga"
It's not an American thing
The problem is much bigger
I'm cursed
I know you see your hurst when I enter the door
I seen you clutch your purse when I entered the store
You're scared so you come fully prepared
Ready for war
Like "Get your face down on the floor!!"
[Hook]
They want me to get shot ...
They want me to get popped ...
They put a hex on my life x4
They want me to get dropped ...
They want me to get stopped ...
They put a hex on my life x4
[Verse II] (Blitz The Ambassador)
Yah -
They say music is a weapon
Imma cock back, steady blast out of question
Che Guevara mix the Fela horns and percussion
Two turn tables and an AK47
Blow !
Now you understand how we feelin'
Hunger in the streets and the government is chillin'
Greedy corporations on the continent they killin'
Went from Europe to China
The resources they stealing
Damn !
How you gonna sit while they plunder
Look what Idi Amin Dada did to Uganda
Supported by the CIA making you wonder
Africa must wake up cause they taking us under
For real
What we gotta do
We gotta unite
And imma ride for you
So shine your light
And I ain't talking just on the continent
The whole world is crazy
From Ferguson Missouri down to Rio de Janeiro
Gonna rise ...
[Verse III] (Rootwords)
"All life matters"
That's word to my mother
But it seems like some lives are worth more than others
I think - I think - I need - I need a bullet proof vest
'Cause somebody is putting bullet holes in my voodoo dolls chest !
And they won't rest till I'm dead and gone
For centuries I've been singing the same song
But I'm too strong ... for 'dem
It must be the melanin in my skin
The heavy dose prevents the lethal comatose
I'm too aware !
Of all their undermining tactics ...
666
Puppet master theatrics
You cannot keep me under your thumb
Stick me with pins and needles my reaction is run
And very far !
You tried to have me roast
Got close; but no cigar
Hanging from a lamp post
My ghost couldn't get scared
Red - Black and Green is my symbol of Freedom
Burning Rhodesia badges and Confederate flags to ashes