Red, Black and Green

from Black Fist 2 by Brick Da Foundation

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lyrics

VERSE 1

Ain’t no rest for the weary
The skies dark and cloudy hella dreary
I got a multitude of styles yeah they vary
Which one I should present it
Whichever one gone make u legendary
Just wait I’ll have my own date someday in February
Black history
beating out the speakers of this Chevy
In the present
This a gift and the curse I’ve adjusted
This is more than just bars I’ve transformed them into lectures
Master teacher got that ether dialect for the collective
You ain’t gotta love it just respect it
Check the method
Giving
Generational self wealth that you can pass to your children
This that feeling
Euphoria
Awake they inner warriors
It's So glorious
Feel victorious
Melanated greatness sun absorb in us
Deciphering the matrix got me feeling like i'm morpheus
Red or blue i reveal what's in store for us
Focus on residuals just tryna get my fortunes
Up

HOOK 2X

Red leaks from our Black skin for this green money
Vicious cycle that we trapped in
Can we overcome it
The knowledge is of self and the powers in abundance
Cant a hater tell nothing

VERSE 2

watch me Tip this barrel over
Better chance we make it
If we all free
Can't catch us all
But on our trail that's where them dogs be
This that MARCUS GARVEY
ED POINDEXTER frying bacon what the charge be
Pigs to the slaughter ham sandwich aint no arbys
Just that god speech
My collective congregation they exalt me
Held in high regards musically i make this offering
But this just art to me
They told me take my shot i guess this archery
Arrow head sharp
Bout my business politicking with the pharaohs i talk
Im a ruler
True monarch of this music my thoughts
On these beats lead a nation
To the rhythm they march
Left right left
To the cadence of the songs
I created
From these palms
Innovated
What's the norm
Took the form of a
Deity
Yeah they tell you was born nigga
Yet still you sleep
Just look at me