Fight

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch & Benito Mussolini Sample]

Noi siamo tesi all'avvenire, che sentiamo come una creazione

Now I don't know what you been told

But it sounds satanic to me

Bodies left cold in the street to die

And all the children in misery, and I said

Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah

Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah

Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah

Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill]

Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops

The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot

The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked

The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped

Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops

The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]

Basically, this is a metamorphosis of the matrix

Allow me to morph into Morpheus and escape with

Metaphysical laws, so lost and sacred

They'll transform in front of your eyes and shape-shift

While we fight over who the true father of Christ is

We're suffering inside of an economical crisis

Children of the soul, the righteous

Turn into Black vampires, lost and lifeless

And you better protect your neck

And I'm not talking about Wu-Tang or ISIS

They'll pick you out the crowd on some Price Is Right shit

Burn a cross, water hose, dogs and nightsticks

Yeah, that's what it used to be, see, they would usually

Just hang a nigga, fuck 'em

Now they don't have the time to decorate the trees so they buck 'em

Buck, buck, buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, buck 'em (Fight)

[Pre-Chorus: B-Real]

This little piggy killed a minor

Same piggy got paid to stay home

This next pork chop removed his body cam

And he aimed his Glock at my dome

This flatfoot prefers chokeholds

Steroids changes his mode (Oh, no)

He shoots his blood with testosterone

Just to follow that American code (Damn)

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill]

Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops

The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot

The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked

The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped

Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops

The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

You heard of the murderers in Ferguson? The nerve of them

Never protected and servin' 'em, it's worse than the Tuskegee experiments

Desertin' 'em, inserting 'em with syphilis

Close the curtain on 'em, inconspicuous, admit it it's a

Undeserved and ridiculous resurgence of wickedness

That occurs when the witnesses insist it was viciousness

The trick is the picketers get depicted when picketing

And pick-pocketers, cops, are lickin' they chops when they ticketing

(Fuck democracy) Gotta be, it's a fallacy, listen, follow me

Prisoners of a system acknowledge there's no equalities

No apologies needed for niggas and jigaboos

The policy is that death is the quickest way to get rid of you

So one for the insta', two for the 'tution

Three for the forefathers that had a revolution

And four, now that the war's cerebral

You'll let me prognosticate on the mic like Ezekiel

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill]

Fight, the niggas and the cops

The niggas don't win, the niggas get—

The niggas get— the niggas get—

The niggas get— the niggas get dropped

Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops

The niggas don't win, the niggas get—