Pump Your Fist Lyrics - Singles - Kool Moe Dee

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Can you feel it, tension in the air? Racism, violence everywhere 

Davis Howard, beach bumpers and Brawley, it appalls me now 

Is there really racial justice? It's time that we discussed this 

I'm disgusted and I don't trust it, what's this about? 

New evidence brings doubt on who took King out 

Must have had clout, he took the Kennedy route 

Witness stories contradict and conflictions make black men 

Say it had to end, it won't happen again 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Can you hear me, hittin' home? Knowledge is the danger zone 

Liars and bigots and hypocrites start to panic, they get frantic 

Power generated by the truth, it's time to educate the youth 

The lust for money is out of control, here's proof 

Drugs always a tragic endin', and at the risk of spendin' time in jail 

Caught on a bum sale they persist knowin' death's a risk 

Ignorance is bliss, they kill their race and chump their face 

They deserved to get dissed 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

We feel the wrath, of what happened in the past 

Has made us walk a path made by slavery, no bravery 

We lost our unity our source of power 

And we lost all race pride in our Holocaust 

It's my creed, I'm from a stronger breed 

My ancestors indeed had to bleed, whipped till they were freed 

And now I look back and say How, how did we allow physical slavery?" 

Never again I'll vow 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

Pump your fist, pump your fist 

But are we free? In actuality, let's talk reality, can't you see? 

The slave mentality is a sickness that eats you up like cancer 

And money's not the answer, won't advance ya 

Why take a chance 

Ya just a lame, sellin' drugs for fame, that's the weak man's game 

It's a shame, got the chains on your brain, you're givin' 

Drugs to kids and livin' half your life in prison, God's forgivin' 

But you got to work with him 

Distortion, confusion, equality, illusion 

Justice, collusion, no racism, delusion 

History, erased it, lives, wasted 

Victory, tasted, drugs, face it 

Knowledge, wisdom, educational, system 

Blurred, vision, lies, dis 'em 

Voice, loud, black, proud 

Truth, vowed, no sellouts, allowed 

Pump your fist