Hey yo Sabacolypse, I brought a lot of Glocks and lots of clips Up in the caravan with Taliban who cock the fifth Bush ran from a war and straight ducked that Bush wanna send me to war? I say fuck that We war and buck back with the cannon or knife Cause Vinnie Paz ain’t have a problem with Iran in his life And I ain’t got a problem stabbing up your man with a spike But I got a problem murdering a man and his wife For some land that I ain’t never even stand in my life For a man who couldn’t tell you what abandonment’s like Been scammed all my life from Reaganomics to the crack war And y’all are wondering what we run around with gats for All I ask for is a good night’s sleep So I pray to Allah hoping that the hood might eat Each one teaches ones but the hood like beef But I’m a hypocrite daddy so I pull my heat
[Hook: Sabac]
We fighting a war in the jungle of the ghetto Your life will be gone once we hurt you with the metal We blast at the system, bang for the streets Urban gorillas mutherfuckers hanging the beast
We fighting a war in the jungle of the ghetto Your life will be gone once we hurt you with the metal We blast at the system, bang for the streets Urban gorillas mutherfuckers hanging the beast
[Verse 2: Sabac]
We urban gorillas on the move like John Africa We the masses that practice tactics right out of Attica We blast at you, catch you for hostage, torture demons For all the bleeding we must have war before freedom Y’all fiending and loathing hopes to reach an atonement We’ll have peace in a moment after we beat our opponents We jonesing like Jonestown Massacre, the White Knight Forcing suicides spike your soft drinks with cyanide Call it payback for what you made and inflicted We live in a world being lead by racists and bigots We stripped the land from the natives and chose to call them Americans Then claimed it as ours as if they forfeit inheritance It’s evident intelligence and weapons become medicine We’ll overthrow the devils in power and move ahead of them We veterans from poverty, we rocking the streets Freedom and equality come when we conquer the beast
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Q-Unique]
With the right to bear arms I’m excited to throw one Q the urban gorilla, Brooklyn’s Mighty Joe Young That faces the firing squad that’ll spit on three Screaming till my death, “King Kong ain’t got s**t on me.” I beat on my chest with the game of a Silverback I don’t fire warning shots, take aim with a killer gat Them peace talks and rallies will get so far Fight the most powerful imperialists in the name of Elizam Escobar Guerrilla warfare training camps in the projects ? climb the staircase till your heart rate progress I spit possessed by the soul of Albizu Lead rips through your chest till the welfare let go of my people I was raised in the Bronx, Congo jungle Where the Ball Busters and Zulus locked in a mondo rumble And you could lose your gold over a Bronco fumble And the CIA faggots interrogate your sidekick until your Tonto crumbles