Harlem Heat from 1943 by Quincy XXII

He was back from the war,
He was back from the loss,
Back from the blood of the fallen soldiers,
He believed in a cause;
He believed in the U.S,
He never lost focus,
But the tensions were high;
Racial hate in the sky,
And he was viewed as a token,
Trying to change his life
Until that fateful night,
Anticipation will hold ya!,
See when you are black in Harlem back in 1943,
Them cops don’t hold back,
Disorderly conduct for the colored,
No love in the heart of the city,
That means no love for the brothers,
And no love for the mothers,
In his eyes was that picture
So his mission was to rid them of the vicious,
Boys in blue oversteppin’ power lines,
But I can’t comply; I will fight back
So he did it,
He hit him with a fist then he fled in an instant,
Cops pulled that revolver and they split his,
Skull with the lead though his head,
Shots land with precision,
In this land you a n****,

Harlem heat,
Harlem heat,
(Harlem Heat),
They say the streets on fire,
The heat got them tired,
Revolution will rise up,
Harlem heat,
harlem heat,
(Harlem Heat),
Brutality is higher,
And the people tired,
Let Revolution rise up!

I’m tired of separation,
Tired of being turned away,
Tired of empty hatred,
They fought for your freedom too,
But you only seeing color through a convoluted matrix,
Shut down the program and unplug your mind,
Conquer and divide please be watchful of the satanists,
They pull the strings from the rear,
Curtains closed, you never hear from them when tragedy hits your state man,
Like the events on the first
During the August sun,
One could feel the thirst,
Cops imbued with power,
And a desire to hurt those whose color ain’t similar to ours,
On the hour of that incident,
That lady wasn’t feelin’ it,
So give her money back and include the tip,
You see money was tight,
So grant her that right,
But that lift operator wasn’t giving in,
So verbal fights, Would soon ignite,
You disturbing the peace if your skin ain’t white,
Handcuffing me; nah that ain’t right,
Bandy will stand and grant her freedom tonight,
But in these times; you pay the price,
And the cost is high; its receipt be the trigger,
Shots ringing with precision,
Hittin’ any blacks splittin,
Don’t be slippin’, in this land you a n*****

Harlem heat,
Harlem heat,
(Harlem Heat),
They say the streets on fire,
The heat got them tired,
Revolution will rise up,
Harlem heat,
harlem heat,
(Harlem Heat),
Brutality is higher,
And the people tired,
Let Revolution rise up!

• 1943
• Pop
• Soul
• avant-garde
• concept album
• funk
• hip hop
• hiphop
• rap
• rap & hip-hop
• Pennsylvania