V * Freedom II Lyrics

How all you do is brag rap bout shit you dont have yet

These niggas don't want black liberation

They wanna rap about it in a abstract sense

Ya music sound like a ad shit we skipped it on accident

Niggas 50 rappin bout crack stories they mighta maybe half lived

N thats being generous

Get a bag black man

You could help gentrify ya whole block you play your cards

Parlay with the pedophiles, word to Afrika Bambaataa

You could sell us alcohol and campaign for the colonizers

Or shelter sex traffickers

We a long way from Assata

This shit got complicated

Rest in peace to pac

I could name 10 rappers whod beat a woman not one whod pop at a cop

All these niggas hoes and they wont blow it

How you got your tail tucked and you transphobic

I remember date rape lyrics playin on my radio

At the time I thought that was a outlier

Shit I aint even know it

These old niggas hear the samples n think im bringing something back

Maybe restore a feeling

But my purpose just as the knife

Im here to sever all that doesn't serve us

My pen, sword and a mic

I rap my pain n they dont listen

Compare me to another nigga

They want me to grateful I got they attention like I dont pay attention

In all honesty im not in community with none of these niggas

Our earth burning

I dont give a fuck about some monthly listeners

I been said I crave control

My nigga I aint perfect the pen to have a owner

Niggas couldn't show you nothing but a record deal

N I cant even act all high n mighty like I aint moving reckless still

But family whats this all for

And who decides for us

Niggas rap on zionist beats in they keffiyeh like we not in the heat of war

We need to see receipts

A tweet is not support

Ya master tell you beat ya feet I bet you shake the floor

Anything to stay secure

Safe to say to some of yall the money worth more

Safe to say to some of yall them weak ass songs worth more

We aint free until

We aint free until

I dont look up to nun but god if Im being real

Hellfire for the ones who get the babies killed

Rrayers for the intifada cause it was his will

A swift death to the west cause it was his will

When I throw the V its not for peace

Cause only violence gets respect and defeat means death

So it's victory by any means, we cut the serpent's head

Free Sudan. Free Tigray. free Somalia. Free Palestine

Don't just stand there, organize