Pressure

[Malcolm X]

Who are you?

You don't know?

Don't tell me 'Negro'

That's nothing

What were you before the white man named you a 'Negro'?

What was your name?

It couldn't have been 'Smith' or 'Jones' or 'Bush' or 'Powell'

That wasn't your name

They don't have those kind of names where you and I came from

No what was your name?

And why don't you now know what your name was then?

Where was your history?

How did a man wipe out your history?

How did the man, what did the man do to make you as dumb, as you are right now?

[Killer Mike]

Motherfuckas I just bought some new chuckas

The old ones bloodied up from stomping out mo' suckas

Big bad Killa

Big black gorilla

King Kong on you monkey ass niggas

Step and fetch funky ass, flunky ass niggas

Dick in the booty for your Massa' ass niggas

I don't fear no man

Not Bush not Clinton not Osama

Ask your Uncle Thomas how he choose Massa' over Obama

You could have a million dollars and a white collar

Liberation costs more then a damn dollar

It costs what Christ gave

King gave

X gave

A billion dollars don't make you an ex-slave

Nigga With an Attitude since fifth grade

I never behave

Rather be a dead man than a live slave

[Hook:]

We can say what we like

Put the pressure on 'em

Ice Cube and Killer Mike

Put the pressure on 'em

I can do what I want

Put the pressure on 'em

But god dammit I'm gonna

Put the pressure on 'em

Put the pressure on 'em

Homie put the pressure on 'em

Put the pressure on 'em

Homie put the pressure on 'em

Put the pressure on 'em

Homie put the pressure on 'em

Cause pressure bust pipes

Pressure bust pipes

[Ice Cube:]

I'm here to deprogram you

Don't forget what they made your great grandmama do

What they made your great granddaddy do

Without a dollar or a penny or a thank you

The same motherfuckers wanna gank you

Cause they hate you and the pussy that you came through

Can anybody tell me that it ain't true?

That these motherfuckers ain't out to hurt you

They'll lock you up, beat you up and work you

Put your life on a thirty year curfew

Little cell little window for you to look through

Even gotta a little chair where he can cook you

Nigga please I'mma be in the breeze

Beat 'em up with my plan like the Japanese

Now I'm overseas

And I'm trapping these

Thank God I didn't have to cock and squeeze

[Hook]

[Killer Mike]

Black politicians stop bullshitting

And you funky black preachers with your pulpit

Our kings had dreams and a big vision

All you give us is government and religion

Is you a freedom fighter or a stool pigeon

Is you down for your people in the big mission

Or you a dirty nigga working for a fucking Clinton

Or you dirty nigga working for a fucking Bush

Another message for the politicians:

Better get the police off our ass quickly

If another old lady die in this city

Swear to god we will burn down the fucking city

Big schemes

Big dreams

Yeah I'm with it folk

But twenty years of selling dope just a fucking joke

And so what, you the man with that white man?

Probation got your answering to a white man

[Hook]

[Killer Mike]

God dammit the Red Dogs and Ramparts running rampant

These pigs going ham sammich

In New York killed a young brother

In Atlanta killed a grandmother

And politicians say 'save the planet'

Fuck that, save us dammit!

From the black pigs helped 'em kill Sean Bell

I hope it's five degrees hotter for your ass in hell

Race traitin' bastard, you less than trash

I hope when Jesus come back he murder your ass

So you burn in hell 'til you turn white ash

To the one that say 'sorry' tell' em 'kiss our ass'

We don't need em motherfucker you can keep it for yourself

I wish you nothing but pain and bad health

I hope luck run away from you and wealth

No honor in life no honor in death

You a Judas to us, nigga kill yourself

[Hook]

[Malcolm X]

No Negro leaders have fought for civil rights

They have begged for civil rights

They have begged the white man for civil rights

They have begged the white man for freedom

And anytime you beg another man to set you free

You will never be free

Freedom is something you have to do for yourselves

And until the American Negro lets the white man know

That we are really really ready and willing to pay the price that is necessary for freedom

Our people will always be walking around and second class citizens or what you call twentieth century slaves

(What price are you talking about sir?)

The price of freedom is death