Klikkk Klakkk (feat. Pyu & Champ)

I can see the future coming down the road

And what's gon' happen when my people just can't take no mo'? it's gon' blow

That's when we no longer sit back

It's gon' be the ultimate get back

No more talking, no discussion

Just a click-clack in the syntax, like a-whoa

Yeah

Sick and tired

Of being sick and tired of not figuring out, and compromise

Where taking for granted turns into surrender and I will be penalized

Because my skins a darker complexion and I say we strategize

They'll see the light when we flashing the weapon, the essence of who we are

Is no question, so let's bring the wrath of God to there doorstep

This is the changing of the guard

They rather keep us at odds

Their power is just a facade

And I know its hard, to find trust living in a world that's so corrupt

How in the fuck are we afraid of a system that's afraid of us?

Using religion to keep us on check

Turn the other cheek, keep our thoughts on check

But it seems like to me that they fear you, the team, we can all go free with a cocked back bust

They don't wanna see all the B's, and the C's, and the G's and the P's in the street rise up

Back in the sixties we made the stand

Fifty years later you forced our hand

Look at ya' neighbor and say "Ay, man"

Won't be a victim of circumstance

I'ma take my stand, I'ma take my chance

Bust my rounds till we all advance

Y'all hung us from the trees, and raped and pillaged and burned crosses in our front lawn

Fuck drawing words on a poster board, I be posted up with a weapon drawn, let's get it

I can see the future coming down the road

And what's gon' happen when my people just can't take no mo'? it's gon' blow

That's when we no longer sit back

It's gon' be the ultimate get back

No more talking, no discussion

Just a click-clack in the syntax

I can see the future coming down the road

And what's gon' happen when my people just can't take no mo', it's gon' blow

That's when we no longer sit back

It's gon' be the ultimate get back

No more talking, no discussion

Just a click-clack in the syntax, like a-whoa

Look, we ain't marching with our hands down, me?

I keep a burner in my waistband

New assault rifle, got to keep my baby safe, man

Quit asking nice, the whites always been on the take, laying

Hands up, don't shoot, didn't work, next plan

They scared us out of being Malcolm X or Fred Hampton

Then had the nerve to take a mugshot of a dead Sampson

That's cold, they killin' blacks then go home to they families

Shit, now they bold enough to shoot with the absence of badges

A bunch of snakes in uniforms but we see 'em though

Play tough for his squad 'cause in his car he know he a ho

Watch out for police apologists 'cause he might be the mole

Let's start a insurrection the likes they ain't seen before

If you ain't mobbin' with us, you just in the way, folk

Stocking up on weapons, it could pop off any day, folk

American revolution part two, take notes

Waking up the nation, we gon' make sure that they stay woke

I can see the future coming down the road

And what's gon' happen when my people just can't take no mo'? it's gon' blow

That's when we no longer sit back

It's gon' be the ultimate get back

No more talking, no discussion

Just a click-clack in the syntax

I can see the future coming down the road

And what's gon' happen when my people just can't take no mo'? it's gon' blow

That's when we no longer sit back

It's gon' be the ultimate get back

No more talking, no discussion

Just a click-clack in the syntax, like a-whoa

I can see the future coming down the road

And what's gon' happen when my people just can't take no mo'? it's gon' blow

That's when we no longer sit back

It's gon' be the ultimate get back

No more talking, no discussion

Just a click-clack in the syntax, like a-whoa