Lyrics:
And it about the money, never make it about the pigment
It’s my house, my wife, and soon to be my children
Life or death, do or die,
I’m the man walkin out
a limelight
more to blush alizarin crimson
when the multi million
Tin men suck traditional rituals
Out the homes of starving children
And I bet they can
praise
God needs the poor to distract you
Country first?
MAGA merch
God profits from wars your children fight in!
See
We'll win
You'll see
But first we
you
Jesus Loves the Little Children
All the Children of the world
Red
Brown
Yellow
Black
And White
They are precious in his sight
Jesus Loves
It's the revolution, baby
Oh, they televising this shit right now
(It's my boy Masar on the beat)
(DJ Elyes)
Life in the pen', never that
They
On the rise, skyscraper, multiply like children
High rise nigga, in the projects with killers
But the cops not really with the drama, my nigga
Prize, I'm
Click like pistol with killers
They tried to preech to me, couldn't preech to me
Tried to teach me, couldn't teach me
See I've gotta learn the hard way
We're the new generation
The new generation
And we believe now
We believe (We believe)
(We believe)
It's a televised revolution
We want
Yea this the come up
I done did it by myself though
(Yea, yeah)
If this the come up
I done did it by myself though
Taking credit, I ain't never got
sanctified
By the children of the poor
The truth distorted, the youth exploited
And yet still we fight their wars
Earth churns beneath military graves
dreaming
American scheme, roll up your sleeves, by any means, bred to believe it
Charge for the fallen, my brothers and sisters will not rest in power
order we must destroy it
Gorging our children to become free
Your neck will meet the knife
Iron shall end your life
By the flash of the blade
You lose
dey go (na which way)
Giant of Africa has been murdered (A murder case)
Murdered by bad leadership (Oh no)
Murdered by bad governance (Oh no no)
Mama
don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven
don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven
Silhouettes and shadows
Watch the revolution
No more free steps to heaven
Just walkie-talkie
Heaven or hearth
Just big heads and drums, full
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
on loan
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you
been seeing strange things
All the pain brings vivid detail to my daydreams
Faint screams can be heard crying out
But the killer's call is coming from
ain't down with that
Government is whack, they take tax my paychecks and don't even ask
On top of that, they ain't concerned about the children
Cause kids
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
I woke today, I was crying
Lost in a lost world
So many people are dying
Lost in a lost world
Some of them are living an illusion
Bounded by
no, not again
But he didn't listen, millions of victims killed by my mother's killers
Visious with it, he even murdered innocent children
Damn, now I
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