Immortal Technique - Angels & Demons lyrics

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<i>[Intro:]</i>

"What do you see when you're in the dark and the demons come? "

"I see you. I see you standing over the grave of another dead president"

<i>[Hook: Bazaar Royale]</i>

I see angels above me

Demons below me

Fighting over heaven, heaven, heaven

It's real

<i>[Verse 1: stic.man]</i>

America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't give a fuck

Run up in the courtroom and wet 'em up

Got nothing to lose but my handcuffs

Every man must choose to lay down or stand up

It's war time, everything is fair, no fear

When they say the homie murdered the judge, I don't care

Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get away

And don't get caught for the crime, I encourage it

We rootin' for the villain in black

Pourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back

In self defense we bang the pistol like

Larry Davis or Brian Nichols

Every pig, every public official, the boomerang

Is coming back to get you, you reap what you sow

The system you created created a monster

And now you scared cause it's coming back to haunt you

<i>[Hook x2]</i>

<i>[Verse 2: M-1]</i>

Since we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right

Let's have an overthrow and after party in the same night

Same height as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm

With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome

And read it in the news about your sergeant and your captain

Don't take this as a warning, just another nigga rappin'

Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the training and the grapplin'

And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them

And fuck you sympathizers with your middle class reactions

Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions

And if you didn't know, the G was for George Jackson

And long live his warrior spirit packin' the Magnum

Watching over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'

When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actions

When we get some freedom you niggas can start braggin'

Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

<i>[Hook x2]</i>

<i>[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]</i>

I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started

Can spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-hearted

It doesn't matter whose missiles can shoot the farthest

When you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest

Close quarters combat over corrupted elections

Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an infection

Nepotism is the gold and the conductor's connection

And ignorance is the prison that the people are kept in

The military ain't there for the people's protection

They're just there to protect an investment

That's why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested

Connected streets are infested with those tired of protestin'

Traumatized children grow to guerilla garrisons

9/11 generations pale in comparison

And you will learn a lesson repeated through history

That no matter what you think, occupation is not victory

<i>[Outro: Immortal Technique]</i>

Somalia, Kashmir

Nigeria, Palestine

Iraq, bring it back

<i>[Hook x2]</i>