Black Fist [explicit] Lyrics - David Banner

I'm in the booth bruh, gimme, gimme five minutes 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

These crackers got drones 

They are flying their saucers 

Keep your white jesus, don't pray to your crosses 

They are burning our churches, K.R.I.T. pass me the UZI 

I know how to work it, I know how to Squirt it 

No Martin, no Luther, no King, no Marching no choirs don't sing 

The same christian lovers that raped our Grand Mothers and hung our Grand Fathers from trees 

They are enemies! 

Blood on the leaves, blood on the streets, blood on our feet 

I'm sick of walking, I'm sick of dogs getting sicced on us, I'm sick of barking 

I'm sick of spitting written sentences listeners don't get 

Don't get, don't get, don't get! 

Because they got Chains on their brains and that is not a diss 

Shout out to TIT!!! 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

I ain't African, I'm Ethiopian 

Put some royal seeds in her fallopian 

You can hope I win (hoe) or hope I lose 

Bitch long as we made it trill to hope again! 

I hope I get into Heaven, I hope we forgiven 

I hope Jesus far as I know look like "Ned the Wino" when I see Florida Evans 

Them 7's outweighing them 6's 

I'm staying religious, cause we stay in the trenches 

And gotta play where they lynch us, done came to my senses 

I bet them crackas never came through my fences 

Ya burn up ya cross, and I'll burn up ya corpse 

Then I turn and bang and do the same to the witness 

Hang 'em and dangle 'em in the street looking up at his feet 

So you never forget this we did this for Martin and Malcolm, even Mandela 

Jimmie Lee Jackson and then Medgar Evers 

For Clyde Kennard, hard labor slaving in the yard 

For Huey, for Hampton, for Bobby we GODLY 

For Jordan Davis we gon' play this, for Sandra Bland we gon' stand 

I'm still out here stomping, for Janaya Thompson, from the Coast to Compton its LO... 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist 

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist