1 Tribe

By MACH3TEJ

Released on July 24, 2020

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Seeking for enemy Sending the remedy Makin a fool to be

Looking for the people

Shrinking me mentally make it my specialty Sprinkllin demons

And fetching for da people

Freaking the penalty make it my bitch

Catchin the bodies and leaving a stench

Front with the lovers and Play with the haters and time had been chasing for you to be ditched

What we gotta do where we gotta be Bring it to the end

Neva gonna see the light of any credit to be given

Lurkin through da fires bringing all da ashes

Put ya nose to it Sniff it

Eyes of a Killah Neva survivors

Letting the happiness live 1 time

Only the one that be spittin in bell

Mission that I'm gonna reach 1 tribe

Leaving all of my traces

Stencil out on the pages

Keeping up on the pacing

Bloody path is awaiting

Take a look at discog

Everything be related

Me and tribe on track team

Neva Runnin no fake shit

(hook)

1 man with a whole squad

Many styles only 1 palm

Never dealt with pretenders

We ain't takin on no fraud

People claim they the shit

People claim they a god

Many people can't see the tribe

When 1 man does it all

(hook)

1 man with a whole squad

Many styles only 1 palm

Never dealt with pretenders

We ain't takin on no fraud

People claim they the shit

People claim they a god

Many people can't see the tribe

When 1 man does it all

Where do we go

Been sailing in a simulation

All the scenery hit me 2020

Hella chaos cause the end is coming

True colors being shown now

Blue life had to bring it back with supremacy just to start the crowd

Wonder why the buildings burning down

Lotta yall with your narrow visions

Never can u see the bigger picture

If we were to turn the table on you punk bitches maybe you would reconsider

Fake supporters wanna burn the city

Flip it so we deserve the pity

We the blame cause we been in pain

For 400 hunnid better add the fifty

We been at this shit nonstop

Tryna hold ourselves down keeping it peace put the trust in all cops

The good ones become a longshot

Yall weren't tryna hear us out put a damn suppressor cause yall think we all talk

Everyday outline the chalk

Bodies catching from the crooked cops

Nun of yall can relate Alotta yall understand

Who would've thought that being diverse was in needing for a plan

We all got 2 feet We all got 2 hands

Shouldn't have to be a fight at all

Put this bullshit to an end

(hook)

1 man with a whole squad

Many styles only 1 palm

Never dealt with pretenders

We ain't takin on no fraud

People claim they the shit

People claim they a god

Many people can't see the tribe

When 1 man does it all

(hook)

1 man with a whole squad

Many styles only 1 palm

Never dealt with pretenders

We ain't takin on no fraud

People claim they the shit

People claim they a god

Many people can't see the tribe

When 1 man does it all

Turn your black on Never cover up

Ghetto ratchet what they label us

Wanna take our whole style and behave like us

When they see we walkin by they afraid of us

Wanna braid they hair want some cornrows

They want to make they head nappy in a full fro

They wanna copy our slang speak it as their own

All the shit that we do they be mocking

If you think this small shit we got a problem

Ever since day one yall been instigating

Wanna catch a damn body cause we educated

Nobody wanna hear our story they just want debatin

They know they wrong we can see it in your fuckin faces

They wanna repeat da history and never change it

They don't wanna see no changes

All they wanna see is enslavement

Wanna teach us bullshit in their textbooks

Cover up the truth sugar coded in your fuckin pages

Dis world been a lie Cause nobody ever wanna hear the truth

Manipulated in the mind Educated system as a stolen youth

Before rosa parks there was Claudette

At 15 thrown in jail cause of white priv

Didn't matter if she did the same shit rosa made a better icon but never got the respect

Baby Esther the real Betty boop

Helen Kane liked it so she had to go and sue

Still never recognized as originator

Da fraud took over and her fame has gotten greater

Bass Reeves the real lone ranger

Been born a slave lucky one to escape it

They felt inspired more credit to be taken

That's why you see a white man in the trailer

What about the cartoons painted black face

Or lullabies talking down upon the black race

This is what we've been fed on our whole plate

So much sugar coding diabetes take place

But It doesn't stop there

So much proof in the pudding that we got here

I smell a whole a bunch of denial

Cause yall wanna be right go ahead and plug yo white ears

So much credit isn't televised

All because we need to be a lighter shade

The real ones never recognized

Cause they shedding light on da wrong name

All we ever get is pain

The world has got to revolve around your ways

Tryna make you understand that we only want peace

Guess our views will just never be da same