Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lady of Rage
The Lady of Rage
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WOW JONES & JIMIJAME$
WOW JONES & JIMIJAME$
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robin Allen
Robin Allen
Songwriter
Ishmael Windley
Ishmael Windley
Songwriter
Moria Denson
Moria Denson
Songwriter
Tariq Rashad Bright
Tariq Rashad Bright
Songwriter
Garfield Bright
Garfield Bright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WOW JONES & JIMIJAME$
WOW JONES & JIMIJAME$
Producer
Twiintowers
Twiintowers
Producer
Vince "Vinny" Sealey
Vince "Vinny" Sealey
Recording Engineer
Lambert Waldrip
Lambert Waldrip
Mixing Engineer
Reuben Cohen
Reuben Cohen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The Rookies, The cops
The Lies, and the Ops
Here come the sirens
They come for the drop
Firefighters only come to do one thing
Put that muthafcka out, y'all PayDay
The Crooks, the Drills
The Lies, the Ops
They coming with the sirens
To finish the job
Firefighters only come to do one thing
Put that muthafcka out, for a Payday
You can kill a revolutionary, but not a revolution
All you get is retaliation 'til we get retribution
You're still a slave 'til your brains been emancipated
That Abe Lincoln thinkin' gon' get cho ass assassinated
Mass incarceration, medication, castration
Keep our men locked, lethargic, emasculated
I am the noise of a lit fuse ready to make the city blow
Powder keg, welcome to my presidio
Now is our life irrelevant, is our melanin telling them
That we just some water, just some watermelon eating felons
**** dudes wit' fades-jigga boos wit' braids
Pig'll pull the trigger now they digging you a grave.
The field is uneven, and shoveling can't level it
It's gonna take more than a settlement to settle it
Political pied pipers, state sanctioned snipers
Most full of shit like they was sitting on a diaper
(The Rookies)
Risk it all for a PAYDAY
Souvenirs for the block issa PAYDAY
That Louis Bag, now you chasing it PAYDAY
They be doing it a lot for a PAYDAY
Now you skimming of the top on a PAYDAY
Dirty blood on your hands that's a PAYDAY
And the suits at the top wanna PAYDAY
They the ones put em up, issa PAYDAY
No rest, no sleep, no justice, no peace, no worries, no problems
Hakuna Matata!
Power to the people! Akua, Assata
Before we can even holla "don't shoot 'em" they done shot 'em
The skies of Freddy turned gray, y'all remember.
Mike Brown was chopped down like a lumber jack yelling timber
Richard Che Risher smoked like an ol' man smoking Swishers
Korryn Gaines bloodstains was probably splattered on the dishes
Or her son, like Diamond Reynolds lil one,
When Philando was blown away like nuttin' new under the sun
They say we should forgive them for they know not- NOT!
Kathryn Johnston got knocked off from a No-knock..KNOCK
Who's there? Breonna Taylor, Alberta Sprull, Aiyana Jones
Seven years old...all gone
But uh, we fighting to bring the spirit of Nat back, and Harrie
Written by: Garfield Bright, Ishmael Windley, Moria Denson, Robin Allen, Tariq Rashad Bright
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