Angels & Demons Lyrics - Dead Prez

[feat. dead prez & Bazaar Royale] 

[Intro:] 

"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" 

[Hook: Bazaar Royale] 

I see angels above me 

Demons below me 

Fighting over heaven, heaven, heaven 

It's real 

[Verse 1: stic.man] 

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 

[Hook x2] 

[Verse 2: M-1] 

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 

[Hook x2] 

[Verse 3: Immortal Technique] 

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 

[Outro: Immortal Technique] 

Somalia, Kashmir 

Nigeria, Palestine 

Iraq, bring it back 

[Hook x2]