The Testament by The Era Footwork Crew Lyrics
[Intro](The testament was passed down. Written like the articles of confederation to the 4th generation of footworkers. To lead the nation. The come up is real)
[Verse 1: Chief Manny]
We footwork for justice and equality
Niggas steal wurkz from the kid thats a robbery
Burn the place down tear it up, try stopping me
We in these streets 5 deep artillery is larger than the amory. Well army I mean the air-force but not one's dawg
Im ts but like gs hit you with guns dawg
Have rallies in the alley march from New York straight to Cali screaming where the fuck yall at fuck uncle sam and aunt sally
[Verse 2: Stelo]
May I, tell you how we can from nothing
Uplifting our daily struggles using work as the muscle
On a mission, tryna to get it, cops killing men and children
It's crazy like back then if you black then you a villain
But we on some Martin Luther shit
X might have to shoot some shit
Footworking disturbing the peace going Ludacris
Kings from way back, move through streets in all black
Fuck embassies fuck industries my people got my back
[Verse 3: Brael Ali]
Chi-Town birth and raised me
Like the streets of mother nature had a baby
Shit was crazy can't be lazy in the hood
The skyscrapers taught us that we should
Reach for the stars and reclaims whats ours
These them reparation bars
Sooner than later give them our 40 acres
Pain and aches of my ancestors taught me lesser
Never stressin, cause life ain't far gotta make a way
Out of bullshit and despair anyway
Anywhy anywhere nigga I don't care. You gotta eat
But don't become a victim to these streets
Yo beef shouldn't be with me
But those who put yo ass in poverty
Be yo brothers keepers
Bonding by the brotherhood will make our forces lethal
Don't ever let em tell you ain't equal
We may have not started it but we gone finish
Obama showed us that the head of state is opeeeeeen for business
Black economics check our phonics
You don't think black lives matter well the fact
We built this whole country on our backs
Is a major factor. They call us slaves but we the real masters
[Lite Bulb] (Whoop......... Show mufuckas..... Whoop....... Yeah....... The city see us. They never thought we'll be equal. Huh!!! Whoop......... Boa)
[Verse 3: Lite Bulb]
My culture misunderstood, we came from the Burroughs fighting teeth and nail while they perpetuate our daily struggles
But y'all some culture vultures
Y'all like to glorify pain, but never feel our struggles
Y'all wanna see us dance behind y'all figures
Why y'all sit back get fat then y'all count y'all figures
But wit these wurkz shit we can change yo picture
Like when the stars aligning
We went from being unknown, to movie screens and headlining i know you see us Miah
We hitting wurkz in these Chicago streets where shorties bleed
From where you see the top but fighting demons underneath. We had these wurks before our next meal
So when you see us in that circle, boy it's time to kill
Boy it's time to kill
Marcus Garvey with the wurkz so you know it's real
Catch Me in that circle know this shit a drill
Boy it's time to kill
Marcus Garvey with the wurkz so you know it's real
Catch me in that circle David copper field
Boy its time to kill
[Verse 4: P-Top]
A hard headed never learn
Step in this circle you go get burned
Play your position wake up and listen better pay attention
With these wurkz respect was taken its never given
Seeing the future with my bad vision
Giving wisdom to the youth but shorties mad tripping
Common sense missing
With no structure, these Lil niggas need a big brother
I got you With them erks n skates we go get that shit up out you
Burn one for my people Cause we're never equal
Forever hitting wurkz for them lame jerks
The mind is a weapon don't ever waste it
The money come n go I don't never chase it
We deserve better
[Verse 1: Chief Manny]
We footwork for justice and equality
Niggas steal wurkz from the kid thats a robbery
Burn the place down tear it up, try stopping me
We in these streets 5 deep artillery is larger than the amory. Well army I mean the air-force but not one's dawg
Im ts but like gs hit you with guns dawg
Have rallies in the alley march from New York straight to Cali screaming where the fuck yall at fuck uncle sam and aunt sally
[Verse 2: Stelo]
May I, tell you how we can from nothing
Uplifting our daily struggles using work as the muscle
On a mission, tryna to get it, cops killing men and children
It's crazy like back then if you black then you a villain
But we on some Martin Luther shit
X might have to shoot some shit
Footworking disturbing the peace going Ludacris
Kings from way back, move through streets in all black
Fuck embassies fuck industries my people got my back
[Verse 3: Brael Ali]
Chi-Town birth and raised me
Like the streets of mother nature had a baby
Shit was crazy can't be lazy in the hood
The skyscrapers taught us that we should
Reach for the stars and reclaims whats ours
These them reparation bars
Sooner than later give them our 40 acres
Pain and aches of my ancestors taught me lesser
Never stressin, cause life ain't far gotta make a way
Out of bullshit and despair anyway
Anywhy anywhere nigga I don't care. You gotta eat
But don't become a victim to these streets
Yo beef shouldn't be with me
But those who put yo ass in poverty
Be yo brothers keepers
Bonding by the brotherhood will make our forces lethal
Don't ever let em tell you ain't equal
We may have not started it but we gone finish
Obama showed us that the head of state is opeeeeeen for business
Black economics check our phonics
You don't think black lives matter well the fact
We built this whole country on our backs
Is a major factor. They call us slaves but we the real masters
[Lite Bulb] (Whoop......... Show mufuckas..... Whoop....... Yeah....... The city see us. They never thought we'll be equal. Huh!!! Whoop......... Boa)
[Verse 3: Lite Bulb]
My culture misunderstood, we came from the Burroughs fighting teeth and nail while they perpetuate our daily struggles
But y'all some culture vultures
Y'all like to glorify pain, but never feel our struggles
Y'all wanna see us dance behind y'all figures
Why y'all sit back get fat then y'all count y'all figures
But wit these wurkz shit we can change yo picture
Like when the stars aligning
We went from being unknown, to movie screens and headlining i know you see us Miah
We hitting wurkz in these Chicago streets where shorties bleed
From where you see the top but fighting demons underneath. We had these wurks before our next meal
So when you see us in that circle, boy it's time to kill
Boy it's time to kill
Marcus Garvey with the wurkz so you know it's real
Catch Me in that circle know this shit a drill
Boy it's time to kill
Marcus Garvey with the wurkz so you know it's real
Catch me in that circle David copper field
Boy its time to kill
[Verse 4: P-Top]
A hard headed never learn
Step in this circle you go get burned
Play your position wake up and listen better pay attention
With these wurkz respect was taken its never given
Seeing the future with my bad vision
Giving wisdom to the youth but shorties mad tripping
Common sense missing
With no structure, these Lil niggas need a big brother
I got you With them erks n skates we go get that shit up out you
Burn one for my people Cause we're never equal
Forever hitting wurkz for them lame jerks
The mind is a weapon don't ever waste it
The money come n go I don't never chase it
We deserve better