They got Dickie Rowe, Dickie Rowe, and we can't take this no more, yeah the jig is up. We tired of breathing this white supremacist energy, 21 to 21 but no further. With the spirit of Peg Leg Taylor we resist, our spirit persists, and we take up defense of our community, of our humanity. Where my soldiers at? It's time to fight. Fight for our right to a safe home. Fight for our space and our opportunity to build a future for our kids. Fight for every one of our brothers and sisters taken without cause. Fight for justice. Fight for safety. Fight for freedom. Fight for our fathers. Fight for all of us. This is our home. Little Africa. Greenwood. It's in our souls. Take up your arms. It is our duty to fight. We have nothing to lose but our chains. Nothing to lose but our chains. Before the due date I could feel the hate outside. My mama wounded, tried to climb inside. But must've took me for some kind of fool. She knew about your secrets which were buried in a mitten grave. Say hello to Jehovah's punishment for your wicked ways. It's Killmonger. Feel real ravenous pain dealt with a mass of insane levels to damage these lame devils. I've been cursed since my conceiving but my essence was moved through. This vessel is temporary. You would think I'd do voodoo. By time all of your bigotry eradicates the vapors. Do you dig me, Jack? This is how revenge from siege react. Got you running for your redneck lives and I assure you if I want it you gon' give me that. Look at every senseless death you cause. It's coming back to haunt through revolution. Won't be televised, it will be brought upon you. This the voice of a descendant of a martyr from a lineage of warriors who came for what is ours. Underneath the cruel moonlight, are you gon' choose life? We gon' make sure that the history won't repeat twice. From beginning to end, you'll remember my skin. Since the massacre happened, my people seeking revenge. Under full moonlight, are you gon' choose life? We gon' make sure that the history won't repeat twice. From beginning to end, you'll remember my skin. Since the massacre happened, my people seeking revenge. We are descendants. Word around town is that the rest of Dickie bet. 12-gauge smoke before weapons can form against me yet they preying on the prosperous. I'm headhunting every single hooded crooked officer. En route to orphan you. It ain't a game, they trying to bring me trouble. You rolling up to die as I'm aiming it at your bubble. Got a rifle in my lap, couple revolvers on the dash. Moonshine and a mason and explosives in a duffle. It's go time like ready set. I want mine, that pound of flesh. We both dying if I found them stretched. I ain't for idle threats. Get it done, burn baby burn till only ashes and title left. The Jakes can try and break us down but we alright. Headed to Greenwood prepared for a dog fight. Could care less about Brady's on Black Wall Street. So long as the outline of the chalk white. This is what uppity talk like. My mother was a slave but her baby is the boss type. You better leave the crosses soaked in gasoline. When I put fire to the sheets baby it's gon' be a long night. You can get it when I'm clicking, listen on sight. Grand wizard left dead from a strong right. They thought the revolution all hype. Reciting all that crooked history. You know they tell the tough kind. Under full moon light when you come choose life. We gon' make sure that the history won't repeat twice. From beginning to end you'll remember my skin. Since the massacre happened my people seeking revenge. Under full moon light when you come choose life. We gon' make sure that the history won't repeat twice. From beginning to end you'll remember my skin. Since the massacre happened my people seeking revenge. We are descendants.
