Intifada Lyrics

Conceived in '89 and I was born a militant

Since the womb I've had this Godly discipline

I was marked for death

Assigned to a sadistic prison

Handicapped by the leviathan

Subjective to his henchmen

With no chance of absolution for me and the Akan

Children of the guillotine

There's no way that we can stand

What has been given to us

Falsely branded by a system we cannot ever completely trust

It is us, not them, with sticks who get the short end

Rape victims in an alleyway

They fuck us, and they leave us for dead

Now let us count up the tally since before the world wars

We've been disposable peoples falling down by all forces

While we lose our forces that are there to protect us

From those who seek to harm us since birth

A curse for our souls

Oh God would you please have mercy on us

Shower our souls with fire

And let this all just burn

Do what you must to murder me

My soul is infinite

I'll rest with the rest of the prophets in Janna

Do what you must to murder me

My soul is infinite

I'll rest with the rest of the prophets in Janna

My community is ready to respond in all progression

We aren't our ancestors

I'll use more than this pen as a weapon

If I turn the other cheek, I'm clapping in front of the reverend

A soul witness

You'll bear witness to the insurrection

I'm speaking truth to power

In their faces I refuse to cower

I holla Intifada

By any means I'll shake this off

There's no appeasing to the nature of wicked men

Their boot has been on our neck

Removal must begin

You can have faith in the second coming

But don't idle under the sun

How can Yah intervene when your hands got no work done

Yet the house of hades has no authority morally

In the shadows you can't hide

Remove the facade

The veil is slowly lifting

Time to sift them

We're aware of who you are

You're the enemies of mankind

A river of blood flows from the tears of mother's

Cries of war from the souls of father's

You'll pay for your sins of slaughter

Do what you must to murder me

My spirit is infinite

I'll rest with the rest of the prophets in Janna

Do what you must to murder me

My spirit is infinite

I'll rest with the rest of the prophets in Janna

Let brotherly love overcome our depression

Panther might, we rise, Orishas peep the ascension

Dreaming afternoon, I project to the spiritual dimension

Communal gathering, devils readily despise the awakening

They are eager to put me in a box, if not slain in the street

Minding my own, they creep to put me into a deep sleep

But they can't control my existence

I breathe resistance

With a cord around my neck is how I was born

Breathed my first breath and no soul mourned

The praises sparked the attention of the beast

Day one he seeks to make us his feast

Parental's fear the day when the child speak

The more man he is , the more of a threat he becomes

Lion's separate the young from the adult

The future gets snuffed out, unprovoked

Bodies lifeless without organs

Agendas opposite of Morgan and Morgan

Confined to reservations, if not in cages

Soon to come judgement day is

Woe to them who harm the children of God

Do what you must to murder me

My soul is infinite

I'll rest with the rest of the prophets in Janna

Do what you must to murder me

My soul is infinite

I'll rest with the rest of the prophets in Janna

Do what you must to murder me

My spirit is infinite

I'll rest with the rest of the prophets in Janna

Do what you must to murder me

My spirit is infinite

I'll rest with the rest of the prophets in Janna