Tear Shit Up lyrics

Artist  : Paris 
Song : Tear Shit Up



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 f/ Dead Prez



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[Verse 1 - Paris]

You in tune to the most dangerous on file

Niggas finna mash on - bitch get wild

With these field nigga serenades, we break
wide

In the land of the weak home of the slave we
rise

To protect - they servin' us with sticks and
shots

But who protect us from these murderous cops

Whose heroes, you could keep your flags I'm out,
I'll

Wrap a chain around the precinct and burn shit
down

Fuck the police, I'm thinkin' how to feed my
seed

Bumpin DPs bailin' down the block on D's

It's the same shit every day

Seem the more a nigga build they wanna take
away

Like a slave when you can't eat you can't
sleep

Can't seem to find peace, only thing the street
see is police and poverty

Bitch don't start with me - I can't fade

The bullshit noise that the radio play

Where the world wanna be like and talk like and
act like and rap like

The black life is all gats and crack pipes

I spit right - nigga whut? My shits tight

Is you a snitch, nigga or bitch? Ya choose
sides

When we roam, we beat back attack of the
clones

What kinda shit cha'll niggas is on? We hit
home

And spill so the people could feel this real
talk

From the bay and everything in between to New
York - Holla



What we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)



[Verse 2 - Paris]

This is the way we bomb when we come around

Still keep it on the map for the underground

Fuck the system, I'ma holla with a black fist

It's hard truth, where my soldiers? We still
blitz

And who's who with these gangstas, see a vet

Young niggas or the government? Take a guess

See we blessed with the speech that could reach
oppressed communities

World wide so we don't waste time we stress
freedom

And serve 'em wit the style (what)

Motherfuck smilin' (what)

Who wanna ride (what)

Rally up the crowd (what)

Full hollow tips (what)

Cyanide squibs (what)

Power to the people

With rocks, banana clips see us

Strugglefor the streets motherfuck the bling

Nowadays radio make it harder to bring

Real shit to the people - it's deeper than me

They intice with the conflict ice and blow
trees

Corporatized by the vile - they smile and
fill

Black bodies in the pen it's the men they
kill

3 strikes, whose life? Not my life yours

Put the men into prison turn women to whores

Ignore cries of the people - but time is up

Stay tuned for the sequel - we buildin' to
bust

I'm goin' AWOL - Fuck all laws I wanna attack

This bullshit, hold 'em accountable for they acts
- feel me



What we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)



[Verse 3 - Dead Prez]

Militant and political Guevera M-1

I wipe the smile off you many mouths, meld like a
gun

And I remember '99 goin' on tour with Big Pun

Gettin' this fast rap cash from them six-week
runs

See I done learned from them generals with wild
entourages

Fuckin' like rabbits but don't wanna be
fathers

Fuckin' up they hotel room, stay on some star
shit

Know your role, play you position, rule 4

You know you can't fade it, it's gang
truce-related

We bang for change, hittin', no game, you can't
hate it

I wanna slap Bush and his mammy

For how he did the Haitians in Miami that's my
fam

Coupe tet Boule kay, so please die cracka die

That's for 22 generations of genocide

You see that's why we get high, just to get
by

See we sit and wait until it's dark outside and
then we ride

On our enemies, you can depend on me

If you a pig then you can't be no friend of
me

See it's been 33 years since Fred been gone

He was murdered on the same day Jay-Z was born,
for real

12-4-69, same year, when they take one from
us

Then another appears

We gon' take this time to commemmorate

NRD - National Revolutionary Day, say it -



What we gotta do is tear shit up (8x)