Urban Gorillas - Vinnie Paz, Sabac Red, Q Unique

Up in the caravan with Taliban who cock the fifth

Bush ran from a war and straight ducked that

Bush wanna send me to war?

I say fuck that

We war and buck back with the cannon or knife

Cause Vinnie Paz ain’t have a problem with Iran in his life

And I ain’t got a problem stabbing up your man with a spike

But I got a problem murdering a man and his wife

For some land that I ain’t never even stand in my life

For a man who couldn’t tell you what abandonment’s like

Been scammed all my life from Reaganomics to the crack war

And y’all are wondering what we run around with gats for

All I ask for is a good night’s sleep

So I pray to Allah hoping that the hood might eat

Each one teaches ones but the hood like beef

But I’m a hypocrite daddy so I pull my heat

We fighting a war in the jungle of the ghetto

Your life will be gone once we hurt you with the metal

We blast at the system, bang for the streets

Urban gorillas mutherfuckers hanging the beast

We fighting a war in the jungle of the ghetto

Your life will be gone once we hurt you with the metal

We blast at the system, bang for the streets

Urban gorillas mutherfuckers hanging the beast

We urban gorillas on the move like John Africa

We the masses that practice tactics right out of Attica

We blast at you, catch you for hostage, torture demons

For all the bleeding we must have war before freedom

Y’all fiending and loathing hopes to reach an atonement

We’ll have peace in a moment after we beat our opponents

We jonesing like Jonestown Massacre, the White Knight

Forcing suicides spike your soft drinks with cyanide

Call it payback for what you made and inflicted

We live in a world being lead by racists and bigots

We stripped the land from the natives and chose to call them Americans

Then claimed it as ours as if they forfeit inheritance

It’s evident intelligence and weapons become medicine

We’ll overthrow the devils in power and move ahead of them

We veterans from poverty, we rocking the streets

Freedom and equality come when we conquer the beast

With the right to bear arms I’m excited to throw one

Q the urban gorilla, Brooklyn’s Mighty Joe Young

That faces the firing squad that’ll spit on three

Screaming till my death, «King Kong ain’t got shit on me.»

I beat on my chest with the game of a Silverback

I don’t fire warning shots, take aim with a killer gat

Them peace talks and rallies will get so far

Fight the most powerful imperialists in the name of Elizam Escobar

Guerrilla warfare training camps in the projects

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climb the staircase till your heart rate progress

I spit possessed by the soul of Albizu

Lead rips through your chest till the welfare let go of my people

I was raised in the Bronx, Congo jungle

Where the Ball Busters and Zulus locked in a mondo rumble

And you could lose your gold over a Bronco fumble

And the CIA faggots interrogate your sidekick until your Tonto crumbles