Infantry

I live in the mystery

I been with the shits

Since a nigga infancy

I been waiting for the

System to go glitch

I been lookin for my grip

I been hustling with my bitch

I been out the fucking mix

I been (wait) in the crib brushing up on history

Waiting by the window for the infantry

El Haj Malik Litttle steez

I been moving trees like the breeze

I been tryna breathe I been tryna breathe

All this pressure round my throat

We not far from the boat

All this soul in my flow the whole Middle Passage is my vocals

Roam the earth like a local

I'm resisting the chokehold

I'm processing the pain

All i see is la haine

Revolution's in the rain

Take the reins end the reign

All these stripes is bloodstained

All these stars is green screened

I live in the mystery

I been with the shits

Since a nigga infancy

I been waiting for the

System to go glitch

I been lookin for my grip

I been hustling with my bitch

I been out the fucking mix

I been (wait) in the crib brushing up on history

Waiting by the window for the infantry

Black bodies been the focal

They still denying what we go through

I seen niggas go loco lose they whole mind with pressure from the popo

But there's still slaves in Sing Sing

And there's still slaves in Folsom

And I'm still not paying taxes to my uncle when

I ship it through the postal

Young Strange coast to coastal

I move like Space Ghost do

I be deep in the spots the NSA trackers can't get close to

I resist I'm supposed to

I got that from my ancestors

Massa wasn't woke he ain't know this muhfuckin music was the weapon

I recall early adolescent anarchist cookbook lessons

Me and Immortal technique was cheffing

Plus I seen it tripping on some acid