Dead Prez

Dead Prez - Walk Like A Warrior lyrics

(feat. Krayzie Bone)

[Hook]

Walk Like a Warrior

Walk Like a Warrior

Walk Like a Warrior

Walk Like a Warrior

[M1]

I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health

The white man got the wealth he held back

We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack

But that ain't gonna change this thang

If you gonna bang, then bang for change, don't bang for crazy thangs

If not don't bang

If ya gonna ball play the game how it should be played

Can you dribble a grenade?

To save your life you payed the price, mama raised you right

Now how you aint gonna fight?

For the white man's laws hell naw

For the cause, because we got to get what's ours

Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power

Cuz we're livin in the last few hours

It's 11:59, I think it's bout time

We get on the grind, and get out the carbine

With freedom of mind we can see what we can find

If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the po-9

This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared

Listen to the message in the word

Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words

You might prefer it from a car mic

Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out

All ya'll sell-outs get the hell out

This year it's RBG so bang on out

Uh, we people army nigga bang on out

[Hook]

[Stic]

Yo, Yo, what you know bout heart?

Can't be the weak link in the squad

Gotta look way deep in your heart

Anything in the way gotta go straight through

Take charge

Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause

Cuz a nigga will pull your card

Keep your guard up 24/7 on the street like you're doin hard time on the yard

What you know about heart?

Can you assemble your heat in the dark

Take it apart, and clean all the parts?

Life is a journey, a course, like learning a martial art

You can't have partial heart

Gotta get your own, if you drop the bone, dog, we all fall

It ain't over til the problem solved

Get your back up off the wall

My niggaz is riders, we fighters, we tight as a fist

RBG's up in this bitch, so bang on out

If your khakis is saggin, you reppin your rag and you holdin the magnum

Use it for freedom nigga, bang on out

All my dirtiest dirtys, revolutionaries and visionaries

Don't be no scaredy nigga, bang on out

It's a war goin on in the streets, we hollerin fuck the police

Ain't bout no peace, nigga, bang on out

[Krayzie Bone]

Me so you see fifty niggaz in all black fatigues

My regime runnin down your street

At the end of the block, we got the god damn cops

And they hope we sink, tell me what you see

I see (bang) buildings burning, motherfuckers trippin for a goddman purpose

The police is nervous, cuz we done observed 'em

Now niggaz is thinking about murder

We ain't talking, no more, and we ain't squashin shit with po-po

And we ain't marchin in the middle of the goddamn road

Cuz Martin got smoked

Niggaz ready for war, so get the fuck up, we fixin to set the city to fire

This time when we ride we burnin it down, turn this shit 'round

Keep your justice, your peace

And keep blessin the heat, and that there crooked officer

We won't stop blazin til they coughin up blood

Wanna slang my baseball cap to the back and get busy, nigga

You say you a soldier, well get over here nigga we under attack

As soon as they done, they get gone

Muder mo come, come, they done, me red rum, me red rum, they done

And when we put 'em in they grave

We toss in a donut, and tell 'em we don't surrender, surrender, naw

[Hook]

I ain't talkin bout no hustla

I ain't talkin bout no gangsta

I'm hollerin at them soldiers

Revolutionary culture

Bang on out

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