Emory Dug

[Verse 1: Curly Castro] Live strap like Bokeem Wood' Whites crazy in the seventies, the cocaine’s good Find Emory in his last days, black verse blue Young [?] catch bullets they quiet in bamboo Weaponize art of pressure bends more greatly Public Enemy scope but the sight’s still shaky (watch) Black Panther newsprint use the camo windows Fortified live like moves with my kinfolk Night terra fabulous, pigs got fresh blueprints Sleep is the cousin hampered rapping our movements Apply to tower Emory Douglas with the pen stroke Wouldn’t know your enemy, heavy is the mental Killing is the new priest, they kill our boys with newspeak The happy kill the pigs feet confuse us with their new speech Colors come raw, that’s how Emory saw Rebel soon massive like B.B. King dawn So put some fire to the ass end of that weed So put some fire to the ass end of that weed So put some fire to the ass end of that weed So put some fire to the ass end of that weed So put some fire to the ass end of that [Verse 2: Lauren Kelly Benson] Lord it’s so hard, living this life A constant struggle each and every day Some wonder why I’d rather die Than to continue living this way Many are blind and cannot find The truth cause no one seems to really know But I won’t accept that this is how it’s gon’ be Devil you gotta let me and my people go Cause I wanna be free, completely free Lord won’t you please come and save me I wanna be free, totally free I'm not gon’ let this world worry me