YOMO & MAULKIE - Glory lyrics

rate me

(Some of you are not gonna like me)

(You better know it)

(That's right)

(Y'all the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth?)

(You better know it)

(Some of you are not gonna like me)

(That's right)

[Yomo]

Yo, it's about time somebody address the situation at hand

We really need to do this, man

We really, REALLY need to do this

Uknowmsayin?

(Time is running out)

(Time is running out)

(Running, running, running... times have run out)

[VERSE 1: Maulkie]

Let's get down to business

I'm from the way back

Where the brothers don't play that

On the reel we're equal

Check it

It's life and death, damn, there's no sequel

It's gettin rougher

The Man's gettin closer

Back up, chump, it ain't goin like that

I'm fightin blck, cause I'm black, yes, man

God damn, I'm in demand

Where's my 40 acres and my mule?

I didn't get it, no sweat, cool

I went for what I knew, and it had to be good

Rule 4 from the hood

As I stood and showed the flex

The fed and the mob were placin bets

So, put your money on a sure thing

And watch the static that I bring

[Chuck D] (Bring the noise!)

Cause in the cell, the pen, is where they wanna store me

Smellin piss, and gettin sick, gee

This is the red, the white, the blue

Your man Uncle Sam and his Uncle Tom crew

Gamin this stuff like they're playin Monopoly

Sho' enuff there's gonna be a catastrophy

Genocide in progress

Keepin brothers in tune mode as I manifest

Finest of the last, can you dig this?

To say what the hell I feel I went Ruthless

Times have changed, hate remains

Since the age of 12 all I felt was pain

By the dawn's early light

America's situation is not bright

No matter how much they ignore me

They can't, cause I can say: burn Old Glory

[VERSE 2: Yomo]

All a brother got is his name

Plus the nine he bought

To survive in the asphalt

J-u-n-g-l-e story

Man, burn Old Glory

A mule, 40 acres, and all that

Uncle Sam, step the hell back

So now the USA wants to trip

Cause a brother with a grip

Said 'eff you' and some

Kinda feel like holdin out for ransom

Now if I drive a Mack truck through your house

He burn a flag and you're quiet as a church mouse

Like the sands of time I was surfacin poor

Till this Glory stuff ain't no more

Some say blacks should ever be so thankful

And stand behind a rectangle

A red, white and blue, blue, white and red

A brother dead, bucked in the head

All because a bitch is America

Yeah, I'm tellin you...

To turn the other cheek is weak

So some speak

And activist activates and finds fate

So eff Mister S-a-m

Cause I know he said eff me

And everybody in the g-

h-e-double t-o l-i-f-e

That's where my people been left, see

I couldn't see myself in Iraq

Because that's wack

For the simple fact that I'm black

So I shouldn't serve, or better slave, yeah, you know the story

I got the urge to say burn Old Glory

[as fire crackles in the background]

(I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America

And to the Republic for which it stands

One nation, under God, indivisible

With liberty and justice for all)

[VERSE 3: Maulkie]

One nation under a rock

Yo, I'm one brother that the system won't clock

It's a game, check the scene

Tell me, what the hell is the American Dream?

Apple pie, baseball and blue skies

A county check, have kids, and then die

But me and Yo will reconstruct

With hi-top Jordans, kickin suckers in the butt

First in line is a mack named Bush

It seems like all my brothers he wanna push

In the Marines, Army and Navy

Eatin potatos and runny-ass gravy

Pimp them brothers like hoes in Iraq

You sold em weapons, now you want your money back

Human lives down the drain

Now tell me: who's really insane?

[VERSE 4: Yomo]

Ignorance and one big rep

History repeats itself, so what the hell I got left?

Freedom of speech, freedom to teach

Freedom abreached

But I can't cuss when I bust

See, there goes Glory again, stickin her nose where it don't belong

Messin with my rap song

Censorship and the whole nine

See, they wanna restrain anything against the grain

Glory, glory, glory how I screw ya

And Uncle T-o-m can straight c-o-m-e

With it, or forget it and just quit it

Come correct or get clowned

Cause you ain't down

With me and my same

See, we the only imigrants forced here in boats and chains

Yeah, there goes the neighborhood

Gee, burn Old Glory

End of story; we out

Burn Old Glory

[Yomo]

We are not in a time of disorder

And disorder is now the time

Knowmsayin?

[Maulkie]

Indeed