Yo, Rastafari!
Black Thought from the Legendary Foundation
Sendin' this one out to the people, you know what I mean?
My peoples in the streets of Illadel'
The streets of New York City, you know what I'm sayin'?
From the streets of Jamaica to the ghettos of London, word up
Peoples in the struggle in Paris, Cuba, South Africa, word up
Worldwide, Roots crew, ayo
Open your minds to this one, feel it
Feel this joint for real, uh, yo, yo
This morning I woke up in a curfew
Oh God, I was a prisoner too, yeah
Could not recognize the faces standing over me
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality, hey
How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss? Hey
All have we got, it seems we have lost
We must have really paid the cost
That's why we're gonna be
Burning and a-looting tonight
I said we're gonna burn and a-loot now
Burning and a-looting tonight
One more thing
Burning all pollution tonight, oh yeah, yeah
Burning all illusion tonight, oh
Stop them
Stop them
Stop them
Give me the food and let me grow
Let the Roots man take a blow, hey, I said
All them, all them drums gon' make you slow
It's not the music of the ghetto
We're gonna be
Burning and a-looting tonight
I said we're gonna burn and a-loot now
Burning and a-looting tonight
One more thing
Yo, y'all know the time
I'm tryin' to eat in '99, I need more
Some takin' this to the streets, right? They want war
The sheriff at the front door, he comin' to hunt y'all
You got these devils at the back door, they wanna confront y'all
They want y'all to pass like some type of gun law
They come in the night, then block out every border you can run for
Me, I'm a rocket launcher and militant monster
I'm self-sponsored, I light up the mic just like ganja
Black Thought in the flesh, no impostor
Power Hilly, thoroughbred soldiers
Ain't with the same silly shit that's uncertain
Wrapped inside of steel curtains, networkin'
Our shoulders, backs, and necks hurtin' for real
So be supreme or just remain a mere person
Yo, you can find knowledge of self or keep searchin'
Whoever in the crevice is thirsty, workin'
Beneath the surface, y'all know the purpose
Keep the streets burning, yo
Burning and a-looting tonight
I said we're gonna burn and a-loot now
Burning and a-looting tonight
One more thing
Burning all pollution tonight, oh yeah, yeah
Burning all illusion tonight, oh
Stop them
The rub-a-dub style
I and I fight revolution, I and I the revolutionaries
We don't even have to tell people that
You know, we don't wanna tell no one that
