It’s about flesh and blood,
It’s about heart beat that beats strong,
It’s about a passion
That is unyielding.
And I want you men to know today,
It is your time,
It is your hour,
It is your moment,
Go take it!
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yeah, speakin’ of pieces of a man,
Starin’ at a future in the creases of my hand,
It reads like a final letter I’m leavin’ for my fam, but
It’s written in language they will never understand.
A late repentant,
Never deviatin’ from a plan,
I drive by headed for the valley of the damned,
The wheels spin, I’m lookin’ for a sacrificial lamb,
Then roll tactics like a soldier out in the Sudan.
Was this a matter of flesh and blood?
Yes, it was.
Does it matter who win and lose?
Yes, it does.
It ain’t about the most blessed love,
When you return to the essence
What is it back to the essence of?
Greatness, I wasn’t in the presence of,‘
Cause you was fake and never measured up,
You just a nigga on his regular,
But how far am I ahead of ya,
It just as easily coulda been me instead of ya.
We gon’ fight till we can’t fight no more,
And when we can’t fight no more,
We gon’ lie down and bleed a while,
We gon’ get up
And fight some more.
Want you say it with me,
Repeat it after me when I say it,‘
We gon’ fight!’
[Verse 2: Greg Porn]
Fuck gettin’ fucked,
Now what’s beef ain’t even a question,
Calico kisses, cold blood and crime tape,
Flirt with death, every night it’s a blind date.
One night stand, payback’s a bitch,
Shit have you skinny dippin’ in a pool of your piss,
Blood, sweat, and tears, broken teeth and spit.
Put the barrel in your mouth,
Blow the devil a kiss,
Put the knife in ya back cut down to the red meat,
Daddy should’ve let me be a stain on the bed sheets.
I’m one shot short of a Molotov cocktail,
Kick in the door like welcome to my world,
I’m an evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit,
Half of the time I’ma keep it one hundred.
Don’t play chicken when I’m drivin’ them crazy,
Get hit in the wing, thigh, breast or drumstick.
Исполнитель: The Roots