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Sharp Shooters


by Dead Poetic. Buy album CD: New Medicines


Artist Talib Kweli & Dead Prez
Song Sharp Shooters
Typed by NLP Shit denmark Farum 3520

(stic.man)
Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, people army, you know it

(M-1)
The white man came to Africa with rifles and Bibles
Heard the name, started changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner,
See I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your toast close
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for the po-po (woop woop) and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working class hero
Takin a stand, like a panther with an M-1 Garrand
Screamin know your gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the first to bust

(Chorus - dead prez)
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the jakes respect me
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the jakes respect me

(Talib Kweli)
What do you do
When the police kick in your door like 'get on the floor'
Shoot you in the back
Cause who you are and where you at's against the law
You try to protect your home with the illest arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and stop fuckin with them hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings
To make a rat sing like Nat King
Before they start blasting (blow!)
With no accuracy, handling they beef in the public
Now an innocent child got a bag for a stomach
Property value plumit every time a shot is fired (c'mon)
People feelin betrayed so they take the street to riot
Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the entire block
Politicians say it's time to march
But people is past that, ready to blast at whatever comin
From the master or from the office, niggas is sick of runnin
Yeah, all my soldier, raise it up, c'mon, now
(Bust ya guns) yeah, Kweli with dead prez, c'mon
(Blow blow)

(stic.man)
I'm deep in the runs
Where all that niggas give a fuck about is stackin funds
The black and young type that's packin automatic guns
If any static comes sparatic shots'll ring out
You get caught up, you get your fuckin brains blown clean out
The killers reign supreme, survival of the illest brain and scheme
For cream you know the game in my vein
I feel the pain for all the niggas that passed away
Tryin to get cash the fastest way we know how, the old fashion way
Blastin, we actin like cock tecs and tenniments
My squad flex if any shit pop, and put an end to it
It's like hell, this planet I'm from consist of dilligent crack sale
Assisting off the backs of young black males
It's innocent, suspending in packed jails that benefit
White well being, while niggas catch hell just for being
You might as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin free in this life
I stick a nine in ya spine for mine
No time for talk, 'cause I walk when I talk
Stalkin sidewalks of course with the eyes of a hawk
Crack a quart to get away from this trife world and thought
Puffin Newports 'cause life's a bitch, and it's too short
My crew sport leather, gold, camoflauge, rugged denim
Deadly in venom, totin buckets with nothin in 'em
But Rawkus, some I'll mothafuckas for real
Straight hustlas with nothin but a taste for kill

(Chorus) 4x

(Talib Kweli talking)
Yeah, c'mon, all my soldiers
Brooklyn where you at
Florida, Cincinnati where you at
Africa where you at, yo



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Album: New Medicines (2004) Lyrics
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  1. 50 In The Clip
  2. B.I.G. Respect
  3. Be Healthy
  4. D.O.W.N.
  5. Dem Crazy
  6. Discipline
  7. Discipline (Skit)
  8. Don't Forget Where U Came From
  9. Don't Forget Where U Goin'
  10. Enemy Lines
  11. Food Clothes And Shelter
  12. Food, Clothes + Shelter, Pt. 2
  13. Fucked Up
  14. Get Ready
  15. Happiness
  16. Hell Yeah
  17. Hell Yeah (Pimp The System Remix)
  18. Hell Yeah (Pimp The System)
  19. Hip-Hop
  20. Hip-Hop (Remix)
  21. Hit Me
  22. Hit Me, Hit Me
  23. I Have A Dream, Too
  24. I'm A African
  25. It Was Written
  26. It's Bigger Than Hip-Hop
  27. Know Your Enemy
  28. Look Around
  29. Mind Sex
  30. Police State
  31. Propaganda
  32. Psychology
  33. Radio Freq
  34. Refuse To Lose
  35. Ridin'
  36. Score
  37. Sellin D. O. P. E.
  38. Sharp Shooters
  39. Shuffering + Shmiling (feat. Jorge Ben Jor, Talib Kweli, Bilal & Postive Force)
  40. Soulja Life Mentality
  41. That's War
  42. The Pistol
  43. These Are The Times
  44. They Schools
  45. Turn Off The Radio
  46. W-4
  47. Walk Like A Warrior
  48. Way Of Life
  49. We Need A Revolution
  50. We Want Freedom
  51. Wolves
  52. You'll Find A Way
  53. Taste the red hands
  54. The dreamclub murders
  55. New medicines
  56. Vanus empty
  57. Bury the difference
  58. Molotov
  59. Glass in the trees
  60. Dimmer light
  61. Hostages
  62. Modern morbid prophecies
  63. A hoax to live for

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