Lyrics:
Sitting with cookies on plate it was late it was dark
Never had chimney raised in trailer park
Waiting on Santa to come down and spark
Presents under
Woah now, retaliation
Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation
Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation
We taking over your
suspicion
The whole, immortal corporation's given its permission
A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one
suspicion
The whole, immortal corporation's given its permission
A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one
clout, what's a drought?
Keep it going? (Man)
Streets saying I'm the coldest out
Press a little button, it'll park itself, add me up (good job)
Got
ain't nowhere to park
I had to cut a couple niggas off
I had to put a couple hitters on
Niggas talk too much, I ain't come here to talk
Spaceship
condone it
I double park these mindless emotions I'm coasting
I'm up in the clouds never look down ‘cause I'm floating
I can't waste these moments these
Roc (Barack) nation, what up?
Corporation thuggin' what up?
It's a new day!
D.c.-mix
Yeah
My president is black, my maybach, too
And I'll
D's and get some Guinness in me
I'll take the National Rail to Knebworth Park
Festival singing till the sky goes dark
Man! What a life! What a dream!
in some drastic shit
Front of it
Sounds like Jurassic Park
Treat my goals
Like gang beef in Compton nikkka
Maffacca I won't miss half you marks
extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my
Welcome to Down-town Vancouver for the
100 year celebration of
Stanley Park
Over a century ago
This pristine piece of wilderness
Was set aside for
everything you could hope for
If being a real nigga turned into a corporation
Look at me, shawty, I should be the logo
Please no photos as I stepped in that
ThreeD printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burn it to the ground This that new America how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers will be
there’s nothing you say
Truth is not the truth today
Clean water after all is overrated
We just know those big corporations will be here to save us
Because
the phone
Guess I'm used to getting better on my own
But now I feel it, now I feel alone
Men at the park screaming at ducks
Give it his all and giving zero
You gon' write your story and I'ma sing mine
They put a nigga in the dark but I'ma still shine
Bring my dogs to the park and say it's playtime
Me and my
A Thievery Corporation
Caught in the act
A Minor Threat to these reps
That been sent to inspect
Watch the stones you reject
You just might miss the best
Cuz
Either Struggle while I'm young and reap the benefits later
Or sell my soul to a corporation for hourly paper
Ain’t conceited, I'm just saying man I'm
and find what I deserve
I'm not a corporation slave told what he's worth
Words on earth but I spit a universe
I wanna be the best so I gotta do my worst
Like
I clearly see the corporations playing keep away
Now visualize a billion people that could see the same
Now check it we done came pretty damn far
but you trust your senses?
You corporations learned how to manipulate those first
Breaking down the nerves so you never feel nada
It’s a utopia
For
me park my whip and spark my shit
Wait hold on I mean talk my shit
Send shots send shots I make em' dip
Pack from the west I make it flip
Latina bitch
just rappin in a trailer park
Sendin waves through the booth as if we could mail a spark
And sellin beats to rappers in Gate City for outrageous prices
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