Sharp Shooters Reflection Eternal (Ft. ​dead prez)

[Intro: stic.man]
Everything is politics
I Ching
Kweli
People Army
You know it

[Verse 1: M-1]
The white man came to Africa with rifles and Bibles
Heard the name, started changin’ the titles
Now instead of Chaka, call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See, I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln—blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin' through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy
Keep your toast close
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga—leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for the po-po (woop woop) and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working class hero
Takin’ a stand, like a Panther with an M-1 Garand
Screamin', “Know your gun laws, self-defense is a must”
When we set it off I'mma be the first to bust

[Chorus: stic.man]
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the jakes respect me
I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the jakes respect me