Prison Riot from BlackBolshevik by Ghais Guevara

Automatic, 100 shots
Towards the dogmatic,
All static, for the niggas that be
Thinkin they could reform fascist,
While we itchin they be bitchin
About the wrong matters,
Guerrilla War tactics,
You either fight for the truth
Or you bitch about a truce,
Momma ain’t raise no slouch,
‘09 Gaddafi, yellin “fuck yo couch!”,
Pastel Blues in the South,
No bootstraps but a boot in ya mouth,
Booksmarts never put food
In the house,
Yellin with you crackas never
Got the bombs outta
Afghan, Libya, Vietnam or Laos,
Thirst for the blood,
Leavin homes in a drought,
First sight of love was the death
Of a pig,
Fuck with my cuz cause he did
What he did,
If you ain’t with the shits,
Then solidarity’s nothin but a fib,
School of the virtuous,
Hurt whoever hurtin you,
If they throwin dirt on you,
Bury em,
Never let the propaganda
Flurry you,
Unlearn till you’re relearnable,
Get to thinkin
“What would Kwame do?”,
Promise they’ll be proud of you,
African this ya callin,
Every challenge surmountable
African this ya callin,
Every challenge surmountable
African this ya callin,
Every challenge surmountable

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• black liberation
• experimental hip-hop
• underground hip hop
• Philadelphia