Runnin Away

[Verse 1: Buckshot] In my neighborhood there's a bullet For every black man with a trigger if he pull it but Could he take another option instead of stopping yep - Next time keep it moving up the block on Duckdown On the penal code the C in fold Why smart motherfuckers take the scenic road Better known as the other route Hate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas It's like a scene from slaughterhouse Word of mouth does more damage than gunpowder Niggas' feelings get hurt? Now its a problem I got them on the phone talking to backbar Lord saying what's going on in my backyard Facts are every black man ain't a rap star Track star, trap star know we get that far [Hook: Buckshot] What you gonna do? Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit What you gonna do? [Verse 2: Immortal Technique] I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips Just remember soldier that when the government flips It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip Visions of the future toxic in my cranium Like the byproducts of enriching uranium Gentrification byproduct like the palladium So this is the message that I relate to them Before they do me like Amadou I'm a do what I gotta do You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron Let them join the military, fight for the country hard Throw them some college money, get them a green card Get a black Pinocchio President to lead But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw We carry the underground like a rickshaw Hard work like raising children on food stamps Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage [Hook] [Verse 3: KRS-One] KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots Bronx man come true like pop pop .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that People act like it's insanity to fight back Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that But they ain't goin to like this either They hate it when slaves become writers and readers And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10 With the last victims of Katrina You gotta see the corruption Families dying and we still on the TV buggin? Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas Feed your families get your funds up niggas Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas Feed your families get your funds up It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown As you can see its a good thing you stuck round Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown We generals with connections to uptown We gotta tell the crowd calm down Cause we rock in cities and farm towns I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns We throwing bombs now