Audobon Ballroom Black Market Militia (Ft. ​dead prez)

[Intro: sample]
"So in America, black people should never
Be accused of being violent, or advocating violence
In America, when a black man says 'I have to defend myself'
You should call that what it is, self defense
And if America has the right to defend herself, from her enemy
The black man in America has the right, to defend himself, from his enemies
Because if it's alright for - please I don't want to hear this
That handclapping's been done long enough"

[Killah Priest]
I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver
Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin
I'm stressed, puffing cigarettes, going through cartons, I'm vexed
Since the Panther leaders went up on charges, upset
I'll never meet 'em, but I'm with 'em regardless, my guess
They die for freedom, and they die as a martyrs, they blessed
But some share needles in the pissy apartments, obsessed
By thoughts of treason, what they did to the father
Jesse Jackson, in the face, of his best friend's assassin
But wait, if I meet 'em, I'mma hand him a magnum
And whisper, in his ear, "leave none of them standing"
It ain't fair, he ain't here, you still appearin' in pageants
Imagine gags in the dungeon, thoughts started by gunmen
Beating me, but I'm sworn to market secrecy
(I feel you son), they will never weaken me
For the struggle, til my fate reaches me