Testify - Album Version (Edited)

Wanna dedicate this joint right here
To Johnason Jackson and George Jackson
Peace to those brothers
Wanna shout out my man Sherm the Worm
80 years
Come home
Come home
Uh

I just burnt my American flag
And sent three cracker Nazis to hell and I'm sad
Uh, I'm loading tifs in my mag
To send these red neck bigots some death in a bag
Choke him out with his confederate flag; I know these devils are mad
Little rap fans that live way out in safe suburbia
Would you stand with me, a United States murderer?
Huh?

Would you testify?
You buy my songs
You buy my songs
But would you ride with me?
You understand my struggle
That's what you claim, right?
Well, get your aim right
And get your game tight

Don't buy my songs, y'all don't roll with it
Come into concerts, singing hoe and shit
Fuck y'all little little hoe bitches
I don't need y'all, I'll go gold with it
I heard y'all was downloading it
Like I'm y'all man who be exposing shit
Like, uh, William Cooper, who told you the pale horse is the future

Would you testify with some realness like that?
I think you scared
I don't think you prepared
Yeah
You know what I'm asking you?
Do we know what I'm asking you?
Wow, wow

Well, I don't know Mr. Jones
You can't just go around acting irrationally or irresponsibly
Personally, I think you're bigger person than that
The things you say and do, you love your country, don't you?
You-, you admire your country



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Christopher Batson, Nasir Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link