Intro:
Uh… the only thing is that... uh
With all this…uh…
With all this… uh… political thing happening right now
I don’t know how far we can go more
But we must have to push
Because as far as there is a small political space
If we are not going to move ourselves
And ask that we are conscious
Who is going to do it for us?
If not now, when?
Verse 1:
Women and ghetto men, watchers on the tower
Turn that music a little louder
Just give me about an hour
I’ll give you back word to tell ya’ll
The devil tries supression
Pressure immigrants to leave
Passing laws just to arrest us
Now they’re telling me to switch it
Elitists say I’m dated, wait a winute
Homie, why the fuck these youngin’s imitating?
I hear youngin’s out here making ’95 rap tapes
I am vintage ’95 I did my demo on tape
But I ain’t here for that, this summer saw murders rise
Reporting live and direct from Inglewood, Ca-lifor-n-i-a ayy
It’s hella evident, the devil been here ever since
Designing how to set the institutions up to benefit from parents' hard labor
20 hours a day
Dropping a bomb on a country for better rates on a trade
Now we prey
Praying with a gun against your
Brain
Ain’t no magic in the sky to put the pieces in
Play (ayy!)
Women, ghettomen however you identify
Long as you are down to catch the justice they deny
And I am
Not signing on dotted lines
Keeping all the music mine
Never had a person wasn’t black or brown who down with mine
Others went the whiter route
Got the bigger check and bounced
While I am too abrasive for the palettes of their greedy mouths
Fuck faulty independents, lying like they Get it
But they’re gonna push that "college party" rap for higher tickets
While I’m charging less than twenty
Sell out a venues plenty
And there’s gonna be a bunch of brown faces like a penny
Phat and I would rather rock for twenty of ours
Than a thousand white kids who think I rap too hard
That make us prey
Hook:
Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails
So now we prey
We the prey
So now we prey
Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails
Son now we prey
We the prey
Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails
Son now we prey
From the prey
Verse 2:
Through the scope of black music I am Bam
The son of immigrants who the left Philippines Sayin’
Educated from the bottom by a standardized Test
Battered by a life of peolice, are A-alikes Next
Acquisition by a auto industry is in my Chest
When exhaust was more than momma chasing overtime cheques
One apartment, two siblings, and my grandparents and I
And I’ve been the prime prey for the devil all my Life
From a worker, to a student, educator in the Music
A jaded veteran ptsd-ing through the Bullshit
I’m a poppa, who’d rather have integrity in Mind
Cus most these motherfuckers can’t rhyme
From the days of watching momma chase the Bus
And seeing me in Cuffs
Now teaching young son to keep his checking hand Up
How to act when they show up and try to say “he look Suspicious”
All the shit you probably never have to teach the white children
Now we prey
Hoping couple dollars come my way
“Oh I didn’t know you still rap. Ain’t you from back in the
Day?”
I’m still prey
We the prey
Hook:
Hoping couple dollars come my way
From the opening bells straight up and destined for jails
So now we prey
From the prey
Don’t trip that’s just Bambu de Pistola
Bambu de Pistola
That’s just Bambu de Pistola
Don’t trip that’s just Bambu de Pistola
Bambu de Pistola
That’s just Bambu de Pistola
Don’t trip that’s just Bambu de Pistola
Bambu de Pistola
That’s just Bambu de Pistola
Outro:
A little exploration in the race
Tryng to navigate an industry with Filipino face, lower the pace
This isn’t praying to a God
This is preying like the Phillippine Army under Lumad
We are prey
