Hannibal Lecture Lyrics - Paris

[Malcolm X] 

Being here in America doesn't make you an American 

Being born here in America doesn't make you an American 

Why if birth made you an American you wouldn't need any legislation 

You wouldn't need any amendments to the Constitution 

I don't see any American dream, I see an American nightmare 

I'm one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of America 

[Paris] 

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now 

Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT 

Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do work 

Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me 

I smooth grip, and hit up the spot 

Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block 

We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast 

On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is fast 

Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View 

Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool 

Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new 

How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin 

Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go 

'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we murder for dough 

Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash 

How, I would act if every day was maybe my last 

How if every day I worried 'bout my family in this 

I'd be murdered on these street in a puddle of piss 

Or if I would get some news that my brother had died 

If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife 

Or if we was looted and somebody took all our thangs 

If my sister was abducted, never heard from again 

I began to compare it, so he could observe 

When I made the parallels with how they livin abroad 

I can't ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets 

Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for free 

And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than that 

Down there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps 

Imagine that, propoganda got the people confused 

Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued 

I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life 

Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night 

Same racism, profilin each of us all 

Same outsiders where we live enforcin the law 

Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat 

Same prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep 

Same turncoats that'll burn folks for pay 

Same conditions in communities we die everyday 

Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it take 

to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away? 

That's why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em 

Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout? 

Money for rebuilding but, what about home? 

When the way we live is shitty where's the love for our own? 

I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you with proof 

Maybe I'll be suicided cause I hit you with truth 

See they kill for less than what we say on records to you 

Hear the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen 

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[Outro: x6 to end] 

Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta [x3] 

Save us, save us 

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