Acid Reflex - Paris

Exposed so the youth can use it

Guerrilla Funk don’t confuse it

With off-brand gangster rap that don’t do shit

P-Dog and I’m back with a new clique

Sharpshooters, four deep in a 'lark shooters

That might creep in dark and shoot the police

In the heart for Sean Bell and Martin Luther

Cause ever since '90

America tried to bling me, but they still can’t blind me

Eighteen years behind me, twenty mo' left

Pro-left, pro-death, the Bush Killa

Corporate conservative crook killer

Wolfowitz for the chips that he took killer

This industry is full of shook niggas

That’s why the shame grip breaker returns to left hook niggas

Now when we say Guerrilla Funk

We don’t mean monkeys on a vine

We mean this as in New Orleans

Virginia Tech and Columbine

We still rise like gas prices

On fire like CNN satellite vans if they pass by us

Like Bechtel hush money cash stipends

Lindsay Lohan’s nose and vagina

Fuck Imus

Then again white folks pointin' fingers at the hate that hate made is timeless

Look at Hussein, paid 'em, trained 'em

Played 'em, called 'em «al-Qaeda» then hanged 'em

You said die nigga?

But I’m still crackin'

Like six out of twenty nine eleven hijackers

If anybody dead, it’s kids in the black church

Being mislead by the misled

B-E-T, telling kids get bread

But never telling 'em what to do with bread

A project for the bitch scared

Joe Biden running blue but he just might drip red

Now when we say Guerrilla Funk

We don’t mean monkeys on a vine

We mean this as in New Orleans

Virginia Tech and Columbine

O.J.

Simpson, B.T.K

Beltway, Peterson, Jon Benet

The San Francisco Panther 8

Our government’s hate for foreign kind

Representing for the innocent victims out in Darfur

But it’s really not our war

I’ma leave it alone on this track cause that’s something

I had to go and write to a whole 'nother song for

The rap shit got niggas on all fours

T-K.A.S.H.

make many sound like Forrest

Guerrilla Funk, straight vets, place bets them

Pseudo-ass revolutionaries never come towards us

By the way, if you ain’t spittin' hard truth

Then you ain’t spittin' shit up in our booth

Grande mocha civil rights leaders get a

Blue star mama tryin' to walk up in our shoes

Guerrilla Funk dot com is the website

Log on, get’cha head right

We got pro-red right scared to head to bed at night

Hard Truth won’t spare ya life motherfucker

Now when we say Guerrilla Funk

We don’t mean monkeys on a vine

We mean this as in New Orleans

Virginia Tech and Columbine

O.J.

Simpson, B.T.K

Beltway, Peterson, Jon Benet

The San Francisco Panther 8

Our government’s hate for foreign kind

What is a revolution?

Was no love lost, was no compromise, was no negotiation,

I’m tellin' you you don’t know what a revolution is!

Because when you find out

what it is you’ll get out of the way.

You haven’t got a revolution that doesn’t

involve bloodshed

And you’re afraid to bleed, I saw it, you’re afraid to bleed

If it is right, for America to draft us and teach us how to be violent,

then it is right for you and me

We don’t talk about, we do it

Got no time to dance, it’s the movement

Comin' way too strong, let’s move it

Freedom must be won, or lose it

Who said freedom could never be won?

Who said it was the ballot or the gun?

Who said a group like us, couldn’t move?

It wasn’t me, but maybe it was you