Tego Calderon ft. Talib Kweli – Longer than Mandela

Ah… boricua
Talib Kweli Number One
Fuck
That’s right
Fuck…
Oh yeah

Fuck anyone who thinks, I don’t deserve this
We love how you spit, just can’t understand you
Some nigga told me, just a little bit of English and it is over

Rice and beans style, who told you otherwise is a lie
Straight from the island of injustice, opression
A lot of chemical weapons, poltical prisoners in Guantanamo
They don’t even know when they gonna go
Just like us

Lord have mercy
Y pa’ Oscar Lopez justice

Longer than Mandela (Longer than Mandela)
Don’t even know why we don’t even care

Longer than Mandela (Longer than Mandela) (x2)

Longer, longer, much longer

So many wars for your ass cowards
Testing the enemy gun power
A lot of blang, blang, blang, blang… no plan

Just do what you have to
Try to don’t get shot
Yo’ me in the army
Never will, my enemies are right here

Muñoz Marín Tome, was no hero
Sorry grandma, I have to drop that one
What you did to Culebra Albizu Vieques
Y los malditos matan a Filiberto

El dia del grito, de lares
Los hijos e puta creen tienen 3 pares

Longer than Mandela (Longer than Mandela)
Don’t even know why we don’t even care

Longer than Mandela (Longer than Mandela)
Google it (Google it)

Longer than Mandela (Longer than Mandela)
Longer, longer, much longer

Obama please, what’s going on
We want Oscar Lopez home (x2)

He didn’t do shit at all
He didn’t do shit
He just wanted freedom for Puerto Rico that’s all
Libertad

He was looking for equality igual que Washington

Coming harder than you ever saw
Don’t give a fuck the product you endorse
Watching your jaw, drop to the floor
We got it cracking and chopping it raw
We popping the door, come out like a boss, on top of the law
Now that it drop, popping the cost
We knocking

Let’s go
Yeah… who can you trust when the heat is on
When the pain just stays and bleeding on
When I walk through the puddle with my sneakers on
Just that when the beat is on
Let’s run to the hill where we were born
Nigga is chicken like chick on
They ain’t no shit that we condone

This got you excited huh
Keep the people inside their wall
Even when it’s rough, you like it tough
Remember your ancestors light it up

Lock me up, it just might hype me up
Any real ones left, it might just be us

Sucker lame ass rapper don’t write for us
They don’t fight for us, they ain’t right for us

Get my b boy stand when they drop the needle
Like crazy legs versus my beat

My New York people being Puerto Rico
Drive-by quest to
San Juan Bautista ain’t got my future, he’s not my leader
He’s not my teacher
Maestro trying lead us to freedom, trying steal time
Tell’em we don’t need him

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