Still Fired Up (feat. Montsho-Eshe, Will Montgomery & Speech)

Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen Arrested development back again
Still fired up
Yall know what to do now
Yo
We not avant garde
We're an avant garden
Some said we been dead
I beg your pardon
Accused of killing every show
May I beg your pardon
My Lyrics are heart packed
I can't be disheartened
Some niggas ain't really the s***
They simply farting
By the way I've been disheartened
That's why I started
I noticed that ninety-nine percent of Black artists
Take part in
Making Blacks dearly departed
Have u ever heard these dudes rhymes
For real, have you ever heard em
For twenty years straight
Record labels only take
Boosters and murderers
Then turn boosters and murderers over to white jurors
Black Rock owns stock in private prisons
And record labels too but their face is hidden
Harvard alumni
See the ghetto as dumb guys
Give em a nickel for a million bucks of gun rhymes
La la la la la la la la
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Ok
I'm so cool
But still fired up
La la la la la la la la
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I'm so cool
But still fired up
That's why we cannot afford to passively listen
While they're aggressively pushing
Triple K positions
White hoods never do good
For Black missions
Aww baby just listen
Open your ears up again and drive
To poor Black neighborhood that's near by
If you don't see everything a rap record describes
Then you can call me a lie
I see women with no men
Walking beside them
Too many up in the pen
The system makes poverty a cardinal sin
Some children giving birth to children or pregnant
Scarier Areas that nobody drives in
Shots pop and shells drop on the cement
Blocks so hot not even cops survive in
A ten block radius we live and we die in
To me that is not okay
Record labels tell you
That You can get paid
You make em masters
Then who's the slave
You obey
Chew you up
Spit you out
All your watches
All your chains
All your clothes
And your fame and your name
Gone
And these evil people they
Simply move on
On to the next
They wrote checks
We just flex y'all
Labels playing us all
For far too long
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
I'm so cool
But still fired up
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
I'm so cool
But still fired up
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
I'm so cool
But still fired up
I don't talk about the system
Changing our position
Because it is the system
That put us here
I don't talk about racism
Hoping white folk will listen
Cuz they are the descendants who
Put us here
Uh
Now ima tell folk some truth
Like Dr Martin Luth
Er king junior
To ghetto youth most ain't new
To what I bring to you
All I know Blacks don't be ready for what I sing to em
Bullets in the chamber it's a danger movement
We are still
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Fired up