Fire for the People-Blue Scholars

作曲 : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... now what I spit, it's medicine for the sick an attempt to get a grip before it all starts to slip and be the call and response from the bottomless pit I remain nonchalant when the drama get thick the last call, ballin' up my palm in a fist the most common misperception is this drop a tape rock a show sign a line hit the road hit some hoes videos next you know, you'll be bawlin and shit but you'll be calling it quits when all the cards start to fall in the ditch cause temptation is so hard to resist no there's no such thing as an unjustified existence except perhaps a few thousand rappers in this business finish what I start scientifically, strategically specifically addressin' the oblivion we livin' in my brethren and sisteren, I'm speaking are you listening freedom being imprisoned by the television image if you let it instead get affected by your habitat ask a few questions, quit a few bad habits and after that handle this similar to how Xavier McDaniel did in ‘86 we're talking just a little less shit and lately being mindful of the babies I admit but at nighttime I sit serenaded by the blues of a skyline hue reminding me of a time when the old was new and I spark a fire for the cold and the dark peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart and though they can't keep what they stole from the art and they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart more fire for the people say more jobs for the people and more books for the people and more music for the people as the world hurls towards seven billion more listeners seven hundred plus see the killed and held prisoners seven thousand one hundred islands I been missing cause I grind seven to five, at night I'm writing scriptures as hot as the block as cold contradictions pen drips with honesty I don't author fiction go to competition the bone that they try to pick with me and learn the moral lesson and marching forward to victory no flag waving celebrating your invasion you call it thanksgiving, we call it thankstaking everybody looking for the ladder not the answer to the question waiting till the cancer's in regression fresh from the northwest the hottest thing lately like white celebrities buying black and brown babies got the town crazy over beats rhymes and life peace with adobo grease, eggs and brown rice and I spark a fire for the cold in the dark peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart and though they can't keep what they stole from the art they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart more fire for the people more food for the people more homes for the people more clothes for the people more schools for the people more land for the people more life for the people yo, I've seen souls get sold so coldly see what a dollar can do to the tired and true I speak boldly, composed of a melody told whenever we hold the memory close no telling when the reaper fed a post and snatch a fan something that you can't capture with the camera lens amalgamation of a bolo and a hammerin' pen the truth hurts, no wonder people rather pretend I annihilate a fake persona for spare change everybody, self included, is fair game inherited the trait to make both ends meet often make a brother feel like he gotta compete but with each release I reach for peace others quit to reach for the pigs from here to beacon to bridge ‘cause see, freedom of speech don't apply if you're silent I shout like I'm trying to get heard on the island and I spark the fire for the cold in the dark peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart and though they can't keep what they stole from the art and they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart more fire for the people more peace for the people more life for the people more love for the people more love for the people more love for the people more love for the people