The hands of your men are blood red
Hurting her people for Earth's land
Basis of all independence 
Now let's all get free

You walk among them
You call them friend
You gain position
They lend a hand 
The soil it glistens
Attracts your men
Gives you ignition 
To form your plan

Make art of war like Sun Tzu
Before they find you
They'll never find you
Kill prophets for a profit
What's to gain?

Just when they start to trust you
They say they like you 
They really like you
Make big the small print 
Now you've won again

The hands of your men are blood red
Hurting her people for Earth's land
Basis of all independence 
Now let's all get free

The hands of your men are blood red
Hurting her people for Earth's land
Basis of all independence 
Now let's all get free

Everything your people touch 
Reeks of death
Waters run red with blood 
Exodus
Fertile ground turns to clay
None for us
Brown skin turns to gray
Bleach of hate
We build then you come and destroy
Think you're God
When we are the Gods and the Earth
Original
People you try to deplete 
Genocide
Unless we conform and concede 
To the White

Make art of war like Sun Tzu
Before they find you
They'll never find you
Kill prophets for a profit
What's to gain?

Just when they start to trust you
They say they like you 
They really like you
Make big the small print 
Now you've won again

The hands of your men are blood red
Hurting her people for Earth's land
Basis of all independence 
Now let's all get free

The hands of your men are blood red
Hurting her people for Earth's land
Basis of all independence 
Now let's all get free

Everything your people touch 
Reeks of death
Waters run red with blood 
Exodus
Fertile ground turns to clay
None for us
Brown skin turns to gray
Bleach of hate
We build then you come and destroy
Think you're God
When we are the Gods and the Earth
Original
People you try to deplete 
Genocide
Unless we conform and concede 
To the White

We fight on every continent
Battling self-hate fear love and monuments  
Self imposed oppressors and their slave drivers
Melanin strategic to preserve their empires
So is it skin land wealth politics or is it power
Is it self preservation until the final hour
When Babylon comes tumbling down
You claim immunity 
Like ottomans Romans and Hans were 
Weaker dynasties 
Like what goes up is gonna stay  
Ignore the gravity

Blame it on Assata Shakur 
Destroy Cuba
How dare they claim the land from the super
Where's Batista
Revolution 
When he put mob money over his constitution
Then it was slum village like Dilla 
Until the movement
And it was all good until Cuba messed with your money
Communism is evil
Capitalism Holy Bible
Democracy's the wheels carrying your 
Harley motorcycle
You keep it gassed up with oil from your rivals
Invading the Middle East under the guise of humanity's survival

So again, I ask you,
Is it skin, land, wealth, politics or power 
From Cape to Cairo 
You've sought to devour 
Zimbabwe wised up after you caught and hung
Mbuya Nehanda
84 years until freedom and honor 
And now you mad huh
Hurts your feelings when somebody tells you no
Use to getting whatever you want
Open door
Why can't you just be content with 
What you got at home
UE & America 
Why can't you just leave everyone else alone