Fight ​th1rt3en (Ft. Cypress Hill)

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch & Benito Mussolini Sample]
Noi siamo tesi all'avvenire, che sentiamo come una creazione
Now I don't know what you been told
But it sounds satanic to me
Bodies left cold in the street to die
And all the children in misery, and I said
Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah
Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah
Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah
Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Cypress Hill]
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot
The niggas get mopped, the niggas get knocked
The niggas get popped, the niggas get dropped
Fight, fight, the niggas and the cops
The niggas don't win, the niggas get shot

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Basically, this is a metamorphosis of the matrix
Allow me to morph into Morpheus and escape with
Metaphysical laws, so lost and sacred
They'll transform in front of your eyes and shape-shift
While we fight over who the true father of Christ is
We're suffering inside of an economical crisis
Children of the soul, the righteous
Turn into Black vampires, lost and lifeless
And you better protect your neck
And I'm not talking about Wu-Tang or ISIS
They'll pick you out the crowd on some Price Is Right shit
Burn a cross, water hose, dogs and nightsticks
Yeah, that's what it used to be, see, they would usually
Just hang a nigga, fuck 'em
Now they don't have the time to decorate the trees so they buck 'em
Buck, buck, buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, buck 'em (Fight)