assata Lyrics

One time we ran from the popo, huh?

Back in the gap we was riding in a four-door, huh?

Almost ran over popo

That's a cold blow, ice cold like yayo, huh?

Cop pulled my nigga out the four-door

Cop put a nigga in a chokehold

Threw him on the ground 'cause he loco

Or that popo hate black folk

Okay, fuck it up

Now, I don't give a fuck about your thoughts

Now, if you sending prayers you put god up on the spot

Now, Black Panther mean more than motherfuck a cop

Now, Fred Hampton said don't kill your own kind

Now, Assata Shakur, mastermind

Nat Turner back in time

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I just took a picture with my bitch

I just took a pic, yeah, I took a flick, yeah

So she don't forget just who I is

I just took a pic, yeah, I took a flick, yeah

I wanna four-door automatic with the shift

One-two stepping out the whip

When I dip, you dip, we dip

I pray sisters and brothers don't get caught up outside

Left right, left right, outside

Two-stepping out the whip, outside

Protect the misters and Assata outside, outside, outside, outside

Protect the misters and Assata outside

Countryside driving by

I clear my mind, I steer and find

Deer in the headlight

My rear in the South side

I'm here in the East side

My fear in a tote bag

I don't joke, I'm pro black

Black thoughts, Interpretations of Joe Black

Is Joe black?

Rich man, negotiating terms of death

Deadass, no cap

Miles Davis, black jazz

Bitches Brew, deadass

That's not cute

The male gaze on Erykah Badu fat ass

Home grown, Dallas

Black skin with a white mask

Assata Shakur, I'm deadass

I just took a picture with my bitch

I just took a pic, yeah, I took a flick, yeah

So she don't forget just who I is

I just took a pic, yeah, I took a flick, yeah

I wanna four-door automatic with the shift

One-two stepping out the whip

When I dip, you dip, we dip

I pray sisters and brothers don't get caught up outside

Left right, left right, outside

Two-stepping out the whip, outside

You won't catch me slipping outside

Left right, left right, militant type

Left right, left right

Assata spirit in this ride

Left, right, left, right

Left, right, left, right, left

County line, who pay the fine?

Bounty hunter, made bounty crimes

A cowboy hat, he wears a star

His belt clip, Magnum 45

I close my eyes, don't forget my lines

The sun is up, I grieve the youth

I will not pledge allegiance to

Nina Simone, blood on the leaves

I hit the breaks, I'm leaving streaks

Then press the gas and flee the scene

Assata Shakur

Let freedom ring