Lyrics:
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
do we get out of it?
More chatter, more gun splatter
More dumb rappers
And dumb athletes and actors
My name’s revolution, open your eyes
I'm not on TV
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
Don't fuck with us, you don't want none
Don't trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
bludgeoned by a brick
Yo to hell with secret-service men my burners stay disturbing them
They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them
seems
That these roads here were paved to broken dream
Ain't no Las Vegas lights
Ain't no California coast
And I've seen a lot of both
But this shit
Gather round
I got a story to tell
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da
Turquie
La taule c'est la pression, nourrit l'instinct de révolution
Donc nique sa mère la réinsertion
Ils savent pas si j'aurais dû naître
Qu'ils
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
What's your name? Private OEM Style OVP La Prasta I am I am that I am The Rust Among the ancient ones Let's go Let's go Let's go Let's go Let's go
on?
You know you surrender to ways that will end ya before you have begun.
Mr. want to be playa who moves with the terra of bottles, lies and guns
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
like bowels
And take all your princesses, bitch
I am Bowser
Fuck superpowers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play
what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I
guns
Produced by government funds
Triple x rated, love it when they run
Gun fight, street war really ain't fun
Don't start none and it won't be none
All
Ay
Ladies, theydies, and gents
This be the Gospel according to Triz
Let's get it
Hallelujah, Janie got a gun and she needed it
Now she on that street
We scream the Revolution won't be televised
But yet somehow our struggle is commercialized
We live with an anger that's hard to verbalize
They give
the cause up
Where ya at when the revolution was hot?
Used to be teased ‘cause I was fat but
Then I losed a lot and also
When I was Asian but I can’t change
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