List Your Fist Songtext
von Guru

Yeah Guru, huh, The Roots
Yeah, c′mon y'all uh, lift your fist
Uhh, yeah, lift your fist c′mon

To all my people, just lift your fist
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist

We get it down like this
To all my people, ball up your first
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist

Yo, c′mon
We livin′ life close to the edge, don't push
But this ain′t eighty-three and it's not the cold crush
It′s kids on the street strapped, huffin' that kush
They eyein′ the next cat, livin' all plush


I guess frustration make a brother do what he must
What's the combination that can make a human erupt
Team leaders gettin′ mutinied up, who couldn′t read
The signs, thinkin' the day and times is [Incomprehensible]

Indeed, we blast, refuse to kiss ass
Quick fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out past
Swallow the pain, follow the mental terrain
It takes a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain

Garments bloodstained, face bruised and battered
Our eyes reflect the agony, of dreams that were shattered
And they love it, when we wild out and kill our own
But the greater responsibility, yes, is still our own

To all my people, just lift your fist
Seem like it ain′t no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist

We get it down like this
To all my people, ball up your first
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist


Uhh, worldwide famine, ghetto people demand
That somebody do somethin′ soon, and let's examine
The facts, behind the violent attacks
Behind the daily gun play the cocaine and the crack

Thug season what′s the reason for the treason?
Everybody's gotta eat, some gotta resort to thievin'
Take money, money, make money, money, money

To all my people, just lift your fist
Seem like it ain′t no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist

We get it down like this
To all my people, ball up your first
Seem like it ain′t no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist

Yo, from the time they eyes open 'til the clock strike death
Brothers is stressed, walkin′ 'round holdin′ they chest
They got the government surveyin' they steps and can′t breathe
They dynamitin' them projects to smithereens

Money comin' but them days too few and far between
You tryin′ to taste just what the world′s offering, ya'mean?
I seen enough to make a grown man scream
Brothers thirsty and hungry to get that thing

Too many tears of pain, too many years of struggle
Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle
Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped
Too few role models, just gangsters and pimps

Will you succumb, will your heart grow numb
Or will you save the world, and use your mind like a gun?
I′m the one I turn a stick-up kid to a soldier
Me and The Roots, word up, we takin' over

To all my people, just lift your fist
Seem like it ain′t no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist

We get it down like this
To all my people, ball up your first
Word up it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?

To all my people, just lift your fist
How you want it there′s no peace, no justice
From the bullet or even form the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist

We get it down like this
[Incomprehensible] lift your fist
Come on my people yo it ain't no justice
Dig it, uh, uh