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PARIS – Martial Law (Music Video)

P-Dawg. Guerilla Funk, takin’ Sheep from the Slaughter.
These automatics let ’em have it, fuck a New World Order.
Sick of trying, sick of cryin’ while we dyin’ in Prison.
Ain’t no complyin’. Only violence is what’s makin’ ’em listen.
Fuck a politician, all they ever do is ignore.
And fuck a closed-border, right to life.
I’m callin’ for WAR!
Fuck these closed-minded, simple evangelical whores.
And they stupid ass, home schooled illiterate spawn.
Fuck a Huckabee, we buckin’ these in that, that’s good.
Fuck a Black-Ops, and helicopters all in my Hood.
Fuck a Bilderberger, we gon’ serve ’em, People UNITE!
Fuck the military usin’ kids to murder and fight.
All I’m hearin’ is these teary cries, supportin’ the troops.
All I’m seein’ is these teary eyes whenever we lose.
But what they ever do besides pillage and shoot
at all the colored people in they villages when they loot?
It’s all known. It’s evil at Bohemian Grove.
I see that shit. See the cousin, see the Skull and the Bone.
See it comin’. See the dollar fall. Never atone.
See the martial law. See the nazi criminal clone.
See the police so we pack, and stay strapped with black gats.
But get back when they clap. We clap back, now take that and…
up in the morning early gunnin’ for my opponents.
I’m knowin’ they ain’t as prepared as me, guerilla warfare in the streets.
What you believin’ in, I’m askin’ to you?
That’s from a triple-0 G repeatin’ freedom and truth.
So many strikes up in this motherfucker, look at the proof.
I’m showin’ you don’t have to be complacent facin’ the racist and ruthless!
It’s for your mind, for your body and soul.
Now it’s a battle for your money and for global control.
But will the cattle wake up? That’s what I wanna know.
Shock the power in this motherfucker. Wake ’em and show em, I’m sayin…

Whoa. We gotta stop. Gotta make ’em stop.
Whoa. We gotta stop. Gotta make ’em stop.
Lies are truth, and truth is lies.
Ain’t no excuse. No compromise.
Whoa. We gotta stop. Gotta make ’em stop.
Whoa. We gotta stop. Gotta make ’em stop.
Lies are truth, and truth is lies.
No more confusion, no reply.

We’re sayin’ who, what, where, why?
Who to blame now that Hip-Hop is sucked up dry?
It’s a shame they keep the dumb and artificial in light.
Now it seems there’s nothin’ cheaper than a young, black life.
Took the music and abused it. It’s all fucked up.
Prostitutin’, convolutin’ everything that they touch.
Wanna copycat and mimic all the slingin’ and dress.
Lovin’ everything that’s black but the people themselves.
Walk in any label, see how many you see.
How many of us in the building that ain’t workin’ for free?
How many Justins’ and Fergies and Robins more can it be?
How many brothers get forsaken for that Eminem fever?
Now, don’t get it twisted. Don’t go sayin’ it’s racist.
‘Cause what’s racist is the way they took the art and betrayed it.
Every A & R is a wannabe star, makin’ decisions,
so the music’s only Pimpin’, Gangbangin’, and Prison.
Got the artists makin’ hands with bandannas and such,
All these fake ass Tony Montanas in the bunch.
How many slow-talkin, brain dead fantasy players
displayin’ links, sportin’ full lynx, mynx, chasin’ paper?
It’s official now, fuck it, I’mma go ahead and say it.
Hip Hop is Disco in Two Thousand and Eight.
Used to be that urban music was the pulse of the streets.
Goin’ platinum over beats of brothers hollerin’ “Freedom!”
But now, it’s all things, all glitter and glitz.
Ain’t no meaning in the words, just muscles and tits.
And another’s on the wheels, cause the darker the skin
get no love. Now we see these brothers tryin’ to fit in.
If you ain’t mad about the cause, you ain’t payin’ attention.
Niggaz givin’ up the draws. Ain’t no reason to thank
the Peacocks of the Industry. No wonder it’s sinking.
Boy, there’s more to this than cars, dope money and drinking.

Whoa. We gotta stop. Gotta make ’em stop.
Whoa. We gotta stop. Gotta make ’em stop.
Lies are truth, and truth is lies.
Ain’t no excuse. No compromise.
Whoa. We gotta stop. Gotta make ’em stop.
Whoa. We gotta stop. Gotta make ’em stop.
Lies are truth, and truth is lies.
No more confusion, no reply.

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