Go Tell 'em Lyrics - Vic Mensa

Go tell em, go tell em 

Go tell em, go tell em 

Go tell em, go tell em 

Go tell em, I'm gon' tell what they don't tell 'em 

We been under water since they threw us in the boat 

Sellin cotton pickin' blues 

Rock and roll, real role builders 

Serving white America before we was dope dealing 

Brick laid the birth of a nation, it's the Roc 

White house, black man, plantation, it's Barack 

But we still can't cross the street 

Without the cops trynna Zimmerman us while the whole neighborhood watch 

They chained us to the auction block but now we changin' the locks 

'Cause even Bill O'Reilly daughter out here drinkin' Ciroc 

Now that's what I call the 21st Century Fox 

Where Megyn Kelly try to tell me Santa's white 

It's in town 

Murder us right? 

I just remember rap stars the new Bach 

I pull strings like the orchestra, shut down your corporate 

Nat Turner 

Run up in the doors to your Nordstrom with a hundred niggas ready 

And a hundred thousand more for ya 

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I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man 

I feel the blood my momma fought for 

See the scars on her hand 

Oh tell me there ain't no looking back now 

Oh lord, as far as I ran 

So take these chains or give me death 

Either way we coming again 

Go tell em, go tell em 

Go tell em, go tell em 

Go tell em, go tell em 

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Stripped from the family 

Ripped from reality 

Belly of the beast to the grips of the tragedy 

Couldn't touch my soul so they whipped my anatomy 

I re-wrote the script when they thought they had mastered me 

1-2-3 

Now I'm counting up the casualties 

Mounting up the calvary 

Riding with a master piece 

Shotgun shells show you god when they blast for me 

Running like a wolf when they send the dogs after me 

Fighting for my freedom, yes I had the audacity 

Hangin' from the trees, black blood on the leaves 

Jumping overboard, black bodies in the sea 

I die on my feet 'fore I live on my knees 

So you know I'm not begging if I say "Nigga please" 

I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man 

I feel the blood my momma fought for 

See the scars on her hand 

Oh tell me it ain't no looking back now 

Oh lord as far as I ran 

So take these chains or give me death 

Either way we coming again