Still Fired Up ft. Montsho-Eshe, Will Montgomery & Speech Lyrics

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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

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I'm so cool

But still fired up

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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

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I'm so cool

But still fired up

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I'm so cool

But still fired up

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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