Dispear

[African Choir Intro] [Hook 1: Jr. Gong] Lord! This Spear, huh! Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi Man a Mau Mau Warrior This spear, eh Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya Despair, hey Ayatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek Man a Masai Warrior This spear, eh Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya Despair Like burning spear and such and such before me Who all fought for the cause and This Spear, eh Enforcing all the laws [Verse 1: Nas] The Master and the Masses One has power The other one lacks it Guns are power Controlled by assets Owned by financial forecasters Who are the Masters? They are the Gangsters They are the bankers The ones who tax us The Masses They are us The sheep, the people Divided in classes I go off like a Shi'ite bomb And All ya'll see I'm on my War paint on my face, shit My nine millimeter on my waist I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs The Elitists Groups The Masses They pray to Jesus Saying he will see us through The Masters are the aristocratic The Masses Ask if the Most High Is On his way here I'm trying to stay clear My mind is my modern day Spear [Hook 2: Jr. Gong] Hey I say... This Spear, huh! Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon Man a Mau Mau Warrior Despair, eh Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya This Spear, hey Through the hands of time and cruel men It has slew more than a billion Despair, eh It keep on suppressing the humble man's opinion [Nas - Verse 2] This lead it'll Swiss cheese When the fist squeeze Mislead The media misleads Scares you to the point Where you miss sleep With that said This lead with this Ruger And that shooter Sub-machine gun Ratta tat through you Copper tops, hollow points Will do ya something bad Our future Is Mislead Three strikes There's no school When a teacher strikes This economy This monopoly Get no job Just own your property Now it's back to What comes natural Must survive any how you have to Despair, Desperation But I have no fear When I hold This Spear [Intermission] [Jr. Gong - Bridge] Make some boy know me nah smile Cause this spear nah beg friends Man a run racket Man a run scheme Man a run race Man a run down Benz Can't trust a she nor he nor we nor I In a contact lense Man a run from police And a run down wealth And dollars and nah make sense [Jr. Gong: Verse 3] So Rise up to my defense Hollow pointed is my preference Should have been deterred Don't know what you heard Get referred By the wrong reference When this spear start dispense It a fly and a tear through fence Dismember your members And all of your limbs Body bust in enough segments Well Man a run drugs Man a run risk Man all a run out a time and ends Man a run up and down And a run fi dem life And a run down this month rent Nutin' nah go a yard And food the a road Then man have to go touch pavement Despair was a tool That was used to enslave man And make manservant Escape from Despair and Desperation Becomes more urgent Mankind needs to cleanse and wash out dem soul With spiritual detergent A distant army A distant relative Controlling the circumference And any man move with no permission They're feeling the circumstance of [Hook 3: Jr. Gong] This Spear, hey Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a, eh Man a Mau Mau Warrior Despair, eh! Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry ya This Spear, hey Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47 This Spear, eh! And anytime them clap it up the whole city level This Spear Like Burning Spear And such and such before I Who all fought for the cause and This Spear, eh! They can't ignore me No! [Outro: Dennis Brown] What do you think of Africa? Africa, Africa Ha ha ha, Africa Just, just the mention of it Just the mention of it, man It's like you call me name, man Well you know Africa is motherland And Africa is were we rightfully belong And that's were I want to be