Emory Dug

[Verse 1: Curly Castro]
Live strap like Bokeem Wood'
Whites crazy in the seventies, the cocaine’s good
Find Emory in his last days, black verse blue
Young [?] catch bullets they quiet in bamboo
Weaponize art of pressure bends more greatly
Public Enemy scope but the sight’s still shaky (watch)
Black Panther newsprint use the camo windows
Fortified live like moves with my kinfolk
Night terra fabulous, pigs got fresh blueprints
Sleep is the cousin hampered rapping our movements
Apply to tower Emory Douglas with the pen stroke
Wouldn’t know your enemy, heavy is the mental
Killing is the new priest, they kill our boys with newspeak
The happy kill the pigs feet confuse us with their new speech
Colors come raw, that’s how Emory saw
Rebel soon massive like B.B. King dawn
So put some fire to the ass end of that weed
So put some fire to the ass end of that weed
So put some fire to the ass end of that weed
So put some fire to the ass end of that weed
So put some fire to the ass end of that

[Verse 2: Lauren Kelly Benson]
Lord it’s so hard, living this life
A constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why I’d rather die
Than to continue living this way
Many are blind and cannot find
The truth cause no one seems to really know
But I won’t accept that this is how it’s gon’ be
Devil you gotta let me and my people go
Cause I wanna be free, completely free
Lord won’t you please come and save me
I wanna be free, totally free
I'm not gon’ let this world worry me