Black Panther Lyrics

All black guns with the leather gloves

All Black leaders we the fucking mob

Black fist up to my God above

Yeah I'm fighting for my people

They the ones I love

All black guns with the leather gloves

All Black leaders we the fucking mob

Black fist up to my God above

Yeah I'm fightin for my people

They the ones I love

Prowling thru these streets

Looking for a play

My niggas out here starving

We ain't eat today

I see these crackers winning

Slave money piling

Yeah black mask on

Make them come up out it

Yeah

Four hundred years and we been waiting silent

Time to take these reparations

Yeah I'm super violent

Economics is the only way our lives matter

Powers never been exchanged

Without a fucking riot

Look

I'm Huey mixed with Malcolm

Plus that Queen Latifah

I'm with a hundred niggas strapped

And we ain't playing either

So this the final warning

Before we start a war

We tried to end it peacefully

But yet we been ignored

Get ready for the judgement

We'll even up the score

Y'all prayed we never win

Well go and meet ya Lord

Yeah

Well go and meet ya Lord

You know Jesus was Black

So that vengeance is yours

All black guns with the leather gloves

All Black leaders we the fucking mob

Black fist up to my God above

Yeah I'm fighting for my people

They the ones I love

All black guns with the leather gloves

All Black leaders we the fucking mob

Black fist up to my God above

Yeah I'm fightin for my people

They the ones I love

They say we three fifths

Well pour up a fifth

I'm bout to stack up a grip

See my brother name Rich

He got a gift

Connecting them people with hits

Now we leading the masses

Stunting on master

Knock em out like I'm Cassius

From Atlanta out to Calabasas

We be leaving wealth to the Black kids

We dun did the impossible

Probable logical

We all are from Africa

Now what we evolving to

From Martin Luther

To martinis in hammocks nigga

Only time I'm picking cotton

Is the Versace mansion in Miami nigga

We don came a long way from Harriett

Having Tubmans on money nigga

From slaves ships to a yacht

Better look what we got

We don't came from the bottom

Now we all up top

We done came from the slave ships

Now we driving them yachts

So this the final warning

Before we start a war

We tried to end it peacefully

But yet we been ignored

Get ready for the judgement

We'll even up the score

Y'all prayed we never win

We'll go and meet ya Lord

You know Jesus was Black

So that vengeance is yours