Take， Hold， Fire
Take, Hold, Fire - Mr. Lif
Take my check
Take my intellect
Take my self-respect
Ban my dialect
Hang me from a tree
Slice my neck
Take my head as a monument
Of the hatred of opposites
Take the time to sell my culture
Count how you profited
Take a break
Take two
What's it gonna take to make you
Understand the man I equate to
I create crews
One thousand, two thousand
F**k it, bring the whole
Central housing
Take a trip to free brothers
From penitentiaries
Judges steady handing out centuries
That ni**a got life for
Growing w**d
Ah! See the plan?
He could never be a man
Never get to help his fam
Just like Apartheid
That didn't die back in '91
Parents were subject to
Interference
If they caught you late
Trying to raise a son or daughter
They'd use a gun or a knife as
They summoned slaughter
And I wish I could ring
The blood out of your clothes
Give you back your afros
And your strong black nose
But what's done is done
Who's gone is gone
Once again, the sun illuminates
Bodies at dawn
And I yawn and grow weary
Succumbed to old theory
That strips my wits of thoughts
I used to hold dearly
So clearly the gold nearly
Ended existence
A young brother who hungers,
Lying there shiftless
A rich brother who hovers,
Hoarding his riches
A fatal divide
Acts of the colonized
It's a worldwide unwise data
That leaks when we speak
Repeats 'till decency depletes
Then leaks through our moral
Fabric forming havoc
We're left reminiscing
What was written on a tablet
It's a path we've forgotten
Lost in our heads
And I know they're listening
So P.S. f**k the feds!
And I know they're listening
So P.S. f**k the feds!
Hold weight, hold water,
Hold your head above the latter
While I'm at it,
Hope your story holds a little
When it matters
The mold inside his holding cell
Became proof of the leak
Now he holds his tongue
Behind his teeth in a room
With police
One call alloted, tried to
Holler at his cousin
Who couldn't hold his liquor,
Let alone hold the discussion
20 seconds in he pass out
On the hold button
'Till his quarter ran out with
The dreams of ever holding
Something
No, it isn't folklore
Yes, it's morbid
If he hold heat, he'd probably
Hold grudges, not horses
We grew up in the hold
It now hit it
When hold it down meant
It was better to hold the crown,
Not the image
You bow to a gimmick,
You bound to hold back
The incentive
Which your friends will hold
Against you
When you haul back to the village
Fall back, crawl back to the killers
Who couldn't hold a candle to
The actual definition of \"illest\"
Little man said I was fired
Under artificial fire up in the sky
Florescent tungsten hovered
Over cubicle design
Interrupted just before final
Synaptic nerve could fire
And I lost count right as I got up to
The last digit in Pi
What a fiery piece of trash
Why, I ought to fire the boomstick
In your face and tell the tribe
That it was magic
You tried to take my soul
But now it's
Fire in the hole
And I'm fired up
Walking through the office
Firing automatics
You didn't start the fire
You simply sparked it
Next time you light a fire under
My a** better hope that you're
Flame retardant
Arson is in my bent heart
You're begging to see the
Billow
Of the smokes of the fires of Odin
Enter the fire starter
See, every little monotonous moment
That I punched the clock
Was equivalent
To furnace fuel
In the form of a
Fiery rock
Welcome to trial by fire measured
In Celsius
You can fire me from the job
But I promise I'm walking out
The office healthiest
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