Lyrics:
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
country's crotch
And behold a baby girl was born
Nurtured by slave holders and whitey racists
It grew and grew and grew screwing
Indiscriminately like mother,
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
Tweeter was a Boy Scout 'fore she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way, nobody gives a damn
votes were heard
For what it's worth, that "democratic" election could be yours
Blinded by the Right
It's the beginning of the end
Now Big Brother is
a radio.
I don't think it would play for free.
Got a radio
I don't think it plays for me
Selling music by the gallon
And the notes don't mean a thing
Talking Introduction:
Of the 58,000 plus US service personnel who were killed in Vietnam, 5 were only 16 years of age,the average age being just 23
and the hour of the main attraction
We finally said, enough is enough
We played it by ear, it came from the heart
We did it for love
Now Mary Beth is doin'
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
and back again"
He never got farther than Vietnam
I was standin' there with her
When the telegram come for Lillian
Now he's lyin' somewhere
About
a little garden in the backyard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when
from Vietnam
I crucify 'em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem
Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this
When I die, my name'll
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
it wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My
you to kingdom come
This ain't Vietnam
A brother thinks he's ready for war brings him on
A perilous journey
You catch a hernia
Trying to burn me
Cause
the Octagon
I spit the fire til it burn down Babylon
Take a piece of America back
You will learn
It's called truth
Death by suicide bomb, protestants,
Maybe they come by land
Maybe they come by sea
Maybe they've already come
Maybe they come by me
Slipping into the twilight
I ride the broken
Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 2X)
I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
I'm seein robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah
I'm seein
like a war zone,
Or even Vietnam,
Not at the movies but you still see the died come.
And a nigga catch a slug,
Caps' be pulled for fun foo,
You
and the hour of the main attraction
We finally said, enough is enough
We played it by ear, it came from the heart
We did it for love
Now Mary Beth is doin'
rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our
go lick out them brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bold off set, comin'
go lick out them brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bold off set, comin'
You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
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