The Human Animal

Part of The USA Project: Hip Hop As A Weapon Of Mass Communication

©REEVOLUTION. Released July 4, 2010

Lyrics

Verse 1: Bigg Higg

Running through the forest in the black of the night
Got my pistol gripped tight, won’t relinquish the fight
In mid flight jumping streams dodging bullets
Finger on the trigger, waiting for the time to pull it
Only six shots to make this nightmare stop
And last time I checked I’m being chased by four cops
I turn around, take aim, blast through a cop’s brain
I’m on the run for my life, I ain’t killing in vain
I know if they catch me I’ll be lynched on sight
And if I didn’t put up a fight they would’ve hit me with life
So I’m heading for the border though it might take a while
And I ain’t fully resigned to a life in exile
But until the storm calms I gotta stay on the run
Cause the war won’t be won until we rise as one
So I release my last bullets on the pigs who follow me
Screaming ‘anarchy or death’ I die gladly with no apology

Chorus: The Human Animal

When I escape into exile
It’s hard to smile through the barb wire
Falling asleep on the hard tile
Single file till we meet our fates
So I stay braiding the mohawk and painting the face
When I escape into exile
It’s hard to smile through the barb wire
Falling asleep on the hard tile
Single file till we meet our fates
So I stay braiding the mohawk and painting the face

Verse 2: The Human Animal

Undercover, over the hills and underground we run
Sun up to sun down sticking around will get you done
Establishing roadblocks see narcotics are legal now
This is our town and we decide what the run around
A son of sam sound, elementary playgrounds that gunned down
By class clowns who stand out
They said they want to be Dick Cheney when they grow up
So they can run around and just blow shit up
Bored killers, anorexic America
Celebrities infected with dyslexic terror
They kept domesticated and desperate like house hoes
Slaughterhouse homes in a white picket war zone
They taught us English only so we could take orders
M-79 tear gas grenade launchers
A hundred thirty thousands rounds, know the situation
Dangerous, with more bullets than patience