Together - GetoPros, Dead Prez

This is for Mumia and Sundiata.

Herman Bell, we got ya

Mutulu Shakur, we want you free with Assata

And Giuliani, yo, you can swim with the lobsters

I hope you mobsters lose your livers to the vodka

Somebody needs to get took hostage

This is preposterous

Got a whole nation up in bondage

It might sound rash, but nigga we about to crash

We’re in a race for life, you thinking it’s for cash flow

I’mma be the asshole coming in the party to harass you

Or should I say, «Fuck it!»

and just dance too?

But we don’t dance no more, unless it’s capoeira

We the new rap era of natural born guerillas

‘Cause anything can happen if you make it so

I’m like George Jackson—.45 in my afro

I’m like Marcus Garvey coming with money to blow

Saying I want an army of boats full of niggas that led revolts

So on that note, I’m sick of these scared millionaires

Better get your nuts back ‘cause crackers thinking it’s theirs

Drop a jewel not a bracelet

Face it: 90% of us still fighting for the basics

Yo, I’m true to the struggle, not new to the struggle

Been through many trials, many forms of hustles

Spent nights in the county for bullshit charges

Fist fights with police, cussing at the sergeants

Beef over females—you know how that goes

Niggas' egos turn best friends to foes

I’ve been robbed, beat up, scared to fight

Niggas busting shots off, had to run for my life

But I ain’t no gangster-wannabe thug

Never glorify selling dope ‘cause I seen my brother on drugs

And it’s painful, this game’s so dirty and foul

Even the hospital just might murder your child

If you ain’t careful

But I’m a rebel to this whole era

African root, imported like capoeira

Ready for whatever—that's where I want to be

Able to destroy any enemy in front of me

Or inside of me, see.

That’s a jewel

If I overlook the enemy within, then I’m a fool

Can’t judge a book by its cover

Can’t trust every sister or brother

‘Cause they could be undercover

DT’s, BP’s got jewels for days

From making mistakes, I learned to correct my ways

And it pays to stay humble, study your lessons

Don’t wanna see your own blood on your weapon

DP—not to be confused with niggas who just do music

It’s that true shit (ghetto prose)

Not to be confused with niggas who just do music

It’s that true shit (ghetto prose)

Yo, don’t be yelling, «People's Army!»

if you ain’t training

Just wanna rap like it’s all about some entertainment

How we too busy to train but got time to smoke?

Ain’t got no money for class, but got an ounce of 'dro?

We could be learning how to sew, get skills that’s useful

Instead of this fake thug shit we used to

We could bling, but a chain is only as strong as its weakest link

That’s why the whole People’s Army got to keep in sync

EME, UNO, you know

PA.

Niggas is opposite of the po-po

We say, «Together, the ant can conquer the elephant»

They say… fuck what they say ‘cause shit is irrelevant

Soldiers, where’s your heart?

Show me the love, what you made of

This is the shit that could make thugs

Turn revolutionary, 360°.

He with me, she with me

Anything for you—give up my kidney

Yo, it’s in my blood like shots of Remy

What’s gotten in me?

I see the goddamn enemy

Stic, give me the gat so I can smoke this cracker

This is Uhuru, nigga.

Blak-a, blak-a, blak-a

I study Chairman Mao, Malcolm, and Mau Mau—who with it?

It’s self-defense.

You want the blao?

Come get it

BEO, BLE, soldiers living better lives

For self and for family, do or die

DP—not to be confused with niggas who just do music

It’s that true shit (ghetto prose)

Not to be confused with niggas who just do music

It’s that true shit (ghetto prose)

It’s hard work, but together (together)

The motherfucking ants (the ants)

Can conquer (can conquer)

The motherfucking elephant (the elephant)

One more time

Together (together)

The motherfucking ants (the ants)

Can conquer (can conquer)

The motherfucking elephant (the elephant)

You heard me?

(we heard you)