Revolutionary Suicide

You muthafuckaz is stupid, we makin’ music for the movement / You can find me in the streets organizin’ revolution / Pigs come for D.P., best believe that we shootin’ / And if the people can’t eat, best believe that we lootin’ / Til I’m dead I rep for Fred, George, and Huey P. / Turned in my red, white and blues for the Red, Black and Greens / So make room, we comin’ through the People’s Army’s with me / And you can tell that we some soldiers by the army fatigues / And all these haters call me “race traitor,” I’m a creator / How the fuck is you a tiger when you made outta paper? / Imitators and fakers is perpetratin’ as gangsters / But get exposed now they froze in the face of liberators / Organized and fortified with discipline as the basis / COINTELPRO couldn’t send agents to infiltrate us / Cuz we bossed up, empowered, and self-determinated / How the fuck is you a slave in the age of information? / Sharp as a razor blade when I move through the matrix / I’m just a link in the chain so we move in formation / Guerilla style, underground we comin’ straight from the bassment / Activate the revolution for the future generations / Makaveli branded, automatics is blazin’ / Send the city into panic like a Maoist invasion / Made my peace with death cuz that’s the fate that I’m facin’ / When you die for the people that’s the meaning of greatness.