Artist: Paris Album: Acid Reflex Song: Don't Stop the Movement Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Paris] Guerrillas in the mist The mainstream team with pro-black twist Hard truth soldiers in the game Hard truth soldiers back again P Dog, I evolve I drag pigs to the slaughter house, vut I never eat hog As the fed and the World Bank seesaw We keep y'all in deep awe cause we raw Like uncooked crack by the government Hit like a base rock, listen to the bass knock Free 'em in Jena, by any means they walk Let's see who ready to squeeze Givin power to the people and take back America Panic in the head of the state, pass the Derringer Aim and shoot, Beruit to Bay Area Bury a Homeland Security card carrier [Chorus: repeat 2X] Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up Don't stop the movement! Don't stop it, don't stop it Don't stop it, don't stop it [Paris] Panther power, acid showers This land is ours, stand and shout it This plan to cower, isn't ours This man is proud, keep the scandalous out Now if it ain't what we about, it's irrelevant U.S. policy route? Embarrassin Never leavin you without, we got medicine And we never bend, we got better sense Hard truth revolutionary black militant Death to the Minutemen, checks to the immigrants Streets still feelin it, we still killin it We still slaughterin hawks, feed the innocent Read the imprint Guerrilla Funk was birthed outta necessity, collectively Respectively, to behead the beast On behalf of the left wing scared to speak, NOW GET UP~! [Chorus] [Paris - in background over Chorus] Yeah... hell yeah... that's right [Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan] Something is WRONG! Wrong with the government in which we live Wrong with the leaders that lead us Wrong with us... and the way we respond, to our enemy and each other This nation is not about poor people! Whether they're black, brown, red, yellow or white This nation is about RICH people! And to hell with the weak, the poor, they must serve~! [Chorus] - overlaps Farrakhan's speech [added to Chorus] Don't stop it, don't stop it Don't stop it, don't stop it [Paris] Guerrilla on the loose Scars on my neck but I'm holdin on the noose Stars rock ice but they rollin like Roots Thugs on the mic but they all shine shoes See I don't care who you is or where you from You look like slaves and tricks when soldiers come And anybody disagree can get done Coons'll run, battle lines are drawn Take one for the U.S.A., the new Babylon Renegade nation formed to do battle on Man-made war for mind control, carried on Mainstream media platforms to rattle y'all But I can't be shook by the White House Never go the right route, that's the right route Bury me a 'G' for Guerrilla and I climb out With the nine out, no time for time out Get up! [Chorus] [repeat 8X to end] The people, united, will never be defeated