Ice-T – Escape from the Killing Fields Lyrics

Produced By: Afrika Islam & Ice-T
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Here we go
I'm movin' off death row
Ya gotta keep up hops
Ya can't be slow
Cause their towers are high
They got the hype gats
Check the perimeters good
Read the maps
It's night
They might not see us
Cause if they catch us out there
They'll bleed us
Shoot us, kill us
Dump us in a dark ditch
Clean it up, call it a gang hit
I gotta make my move
Cause I'm a renegade
I recognize
When mind techniques
Are being played
It's a plot they use
To keep down another
Here comes another
Brainwashed brother

"Yo man, it sounds like you're selling out to me, cause I'm from the ghetto, I lived in the ghetto all my life
We ain't supposed to leave here, we're black... we're supposed to be poor."

Shut up do you know
How dumb you sound?
That mentality
What keeps my people down
No one wants to
Live in an urban war
You live there cause
Your parents were poor
They live there because
Theirs were also
Get yourself together
Hit the gates bro!

CHORUS
Ya gotta get out!
Ya gotta get out! Why?
Ya gotta get out!
Ya gotta get out! Why?
Ya gotta get out!
Ya gotta get out! Why?
Cause the fields
Are where you die!
Escape from
The killing fields

You try to keep us
Running and running faster
But I ain't runnin' from ya
I'm runnin' at ya
And my posse's thick
About a mil strong
Too late to make up now
Cause it's on
I'm the one that's got ya
In constant fear
I'm the nigga
You shoulda killed last yeaar

But you played yourself
You let me gain wealth
Now I can change the way
The cards are dealt
I've schooled my homeboys
Made 'em all understand
The tricks and twists
Inflicted on the Black man
How ya make me think
To be down
I gotta stay around
Down in the motherfuckin'
Battleground

"We got the Puerto Ricans where we want 'em, we got the Mexicans and the Blacks where we want 'em-
Well shit, they're all Black- we gotta keep 'em together, the same way we got those fuckin' Indians."

There'll never be any good
Schools in the hood
There'll never be any cops
That are any good
The hospital is a great place
To go to die
Real estate's cheap
Let me tell ya why?
The man's got a
Sure fire system
A economic prison!

CHORUS

Escape from
The killing fields!

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