Fallen Star

Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what?
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what? (Yeah)
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what? (Yeah, what, yeah, uh)

Pack your cannons we outlandishly brandish the weapons
Meet Jamaican like you God (nut, girl) and 'em handin' you lessons
We learn a lot from the 60's like glaring 13 necks
Mainly, the niggas get shot for flarin' out their larynx
And get to speakin' on a conditions of black people
That's illegal, they enforce it with the force that's lethal
Make you wanna grab a gun and throw the all black gear on
Head to congress exercisin' your constitutional right to bear arms

Leather jackets and glasses and you can tell it's us
The FBI probably bust a nut if we self destruct (nut, girl)
Call it militant but ain't nobody killin' Barry
You can't be militant if you ain't got no military
But it's still a very powerful word
Picture some niggas with guns, got 'em very disturbed, word
Nowadays, you could get shot for a cheap necklace
Back then my people bust shots for the free breakfast

Now right -fore you see God, or stand before Allah
You could learn from the stars that fall out of the sky
Everybody act hard, like they got no regard
So we mourn falling stars, they still livin' all hard

We still here, word
This is for Medgar Evers, Martin, and my brother Malcom
Sometimes, we be sittin' and wishin' for another outcome
My head be spinning, it be full of why's and the how come's
The value of life is so cheap if your skin ain't talcum
We need leaders, we lookin' at entertainers
It's about the cash, so we respect the biggest gainers
Nigga get paid, then they run away from the community
That ain't gangsta nigga, you the opposite of Huey P

Don't be confusin' me with haters, player
Get your paper, just show respect to the folks who made you (yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money, nigga
Just don't bring a plate of food around a hungry nigga
Out on these streets the police is killin' (nut, girl)
I'm spillin' out my heart on these beats so I can feed my children (yeah)
Disrespect and I'm a give you a bar to save your life
'Cause we don't need no more fallen stars

Now right -fore you see God, or stand before Allah (nut, girl)
You could learn from the stars that fall out of the sky (yeah, c'mon)
Everybody act hard, like they got no regard (uh-oh, uh-oh, oh)
So we mourn fallin' stars, they still livin' all hard (we still here)

We still here, yeah
Stalk the stage with the pride of the panther
Hands off Asada and the blood of a dance floor
Word, rock on, throw the 2Pac on
He's not gone, you hear his influence in pop songs
Shine brighter than those Vegas lights
Illuminatin' that Vegas night to the party after the fight
'Til the gunshots disturb the peace like Luda
Too bad, he ain't a white chick in Aruba
They'd have a whole department dedicated to findin' the killer
You'd see Afeni Shakur on Larry King, and motherfuckin' Dennis Miller
Word, Bill O'Reilly would be flapping his gums
How much respect do they have for my people?
Actually none
You either do the nigga packin' a gun who hate niggas
Even though every time he pass a mirror he staring at one
My man stressed 'cause of lack of funds
This the type of shit that make you wanna drown your liver
And blacken your lungs

Now right -fore you see God, or stand before Allah
You could learn from the stars that fall out of the sky (yeah, yeah, c'mon)
Everybody act hard, like they got no regard (uh-oh, uh-oh, oh)
So we mourn fallin' stars, they still livin' all hard (we still here)

Now right -fore you see God, or stand before Allah
You could learn from the stars that fall out of the sky
Everybody act hard, like they got no regard (uh-oh, uh-oh, oh)
So we mourn fallin' stars, they still livin' all hard (we still here)

We still here, yeah
- course, this was inspired by 2Pac Shakur (yeah)
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man Justo (still here)
Big L (still here)
Big Pun (still here)
Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'
Brooklyn know a lot about tragedy
We lost our Big Poppa and our baby girl
That was our whole world, yo (still here)
This is for our fallen stars (nut, girl)
Inspired by the poets, revolutionaries, and activists
From the generation before us
Come and do our thing on this microphone
When else in the history of this country
Can a black man get on the microphone (nut, girl)
And say whatever the hell he wanna say?
It's a lot of responsibility
But we standin' on the shoulders of our ancestors
So I bear that burden, throw it on my back, yeah
(Nut, girl)