Acid Reflex

[Paris] Hard truth soldier music, hard truth over music Exposed so the youth can use it Guerrilla Funk don't confuse it With off-brand gangster rap that don't do shit P-Dog and I'm back with a new clique Sharpshooters, four deep in a 'lark shooters That might creep in dark and shoot the police In the heart for Sean Bell and Martin Luther Cause ever since '90, America Tried to bling me, but they still can't blind me 18 years behind me, 20 mo' left Pro-left, pro-death, the "Bush Killa" Corporate conservative crook killer Wolfowitz for the chips that he took killer This industry is full of shook niggas That's why the shame grip breaker returns to left hook niggas [Interlude] Now when we say Guerrilla Funk, we don't mean monkeys on a vine We mean this as in New Orleans, Virginia Tech and Columbine [Paris] We still rise like gas prices, on fire like CNN satellite vans if they pass by us Like Bechtel hush money cash stipends Lindsay Lohan's nose and vagina Fuck Imus, then again white folks pointin Fingers at the hate that hate made is timeless Look at Hussein, paid 'em, trained 'em Played 'em, called 'em Al Qaeda then hanged 'em You said die nigga? But I'm still crackin Like six out of twenty nine eleven highjackers If anybody dead, it's kids in the black church Bein mislead by the misled B-E-T, tellin kids get bread But never tellin 'em what to do with bread A project for the bitch scared Joe Biden runnin blue but he just might drip red [Hook] Now when we say Guerrilla Funk, we don't mean monkeys on a vine We mean this as in New Orleans, Virginia Tech and Columbine O.J. Simpson, B.T.K., Beltway, Peterson, Jon Benet The San Francisco Panther 8, our government's hate for foreign kind [Paris] Representin for the innocent victims out in Darfur But it's really not our war I'mma leave it alone on this track cause that's somethin I had to go and write to a whole 'nother song for The rap shit got niggas on all fours T-Kash make many sound like Forrest Guerrilla Funk, straight vets, place bets them Pseudo-ass revolutionaries never come towards us By the way, if you ain't spittin hard truth Then you ain't spittin shit up in our booth Grande mocha civil rights leaders get a Blue star momma tryin to walk up in our shoes GuerrillaFunk dot com is the website Log on get'cha head right We got pro red right scared to head to bed at night Hard Truth won't spare ya life motherfucker [Hook] [Interlude from Malcolm X's "Black revolution requires bloodshed" speech] What is a revolution? Was no love lost, was no compromise, was no negotiation I'm tellin you you don't know what a revolution is~! Because when you find out what it is you'll get out of the way You haven't got a revolution that doesn't involve bloodshed And you're afraid to bleed I saw it, you're afraid to bleed If it is right, for America to draft us And teach us how to be violent Then it is right for you and me [Singer - repeat 2X] We don't talk about, we do it Got no time to dance, it's the movement Comin way too strong, let's move it Freedom must be won, or lose it [Paris - repeat 2X] Who said freedom could ne-ver be won? Who said it was the ballot or the gun? Who said a group like us, couldn't move? It wasn't me, but maybe it was you [Another speech to end - "never back down, never bow down"]