Lyrics:
Confederate flag
F-f-f-f-f-fuck you
Confederate flag
F-f-fuck you, fuck you
The judge, grandpa dead and three sons
All of em' k-k-k they can't run
I
Mello47 reverend
Counting 10s 11s
I'm a God nah i'm a serpent and a Veteran
Come in tanks move like Army, I'm Sergeant
Robbing banks cannot stop me
on Isaac Newton
Inside the Future, son I see-era (Ciara)
Of the golden age cumin back it gets better
Change is inevitable
Now we get poetical
Similar
Kill niggas actin' confederate (N9na)
He put me on just a minute ago
In TV all off in the video (Genius!)
Okay I said it again if you didn't know
been
Never take a settlement
See I stay ahead of it
The veteran veteran
Fuck confederate
The pen touch paper
Becomes rhetoric
Allegedly, before its
confederate rose
Hey, mister have you seen her,
A girl with raven hair, he said,
"look out in the church yard, son,
A lot of us are there", a broken
I come from the ground
I’ll go to the sky
I’ma spirit
I’m soulful
But physically fly
I like rings cause they never end
Like dreams of a veteran
like my papa
Pro got veteran swag
Snuff crackers in the north with confederate flags
A yo we flyer than yo all
We never seen you at the top
You still
and handguns
Black lives don't matter they kill niggas random
Armed militia at the Capitol
Flag confederate assault weapons is tactical
He was a veteran before
anything
Earth wind and fire never out of my element
Evident that I'm better than threatening veterans
Dead a Confederate
Peep the rhetoric
New rebellion
I realize where it all had come from
I'm done son, exasperated like Thycket
Can't be outdone or outrun, I breach the gap like Bridget
Bitches
My flow
a General Lee painted with Pan African flags
Cause you ain't gotta hazard a guess
It's fuck Confederate intent at all times
Tend to the kin, skins to the sun
Familyman bass, knock all da drum
And any question you can ask I man can answer mi son
Me name, Jr. Gong, me tellin' you
Youngest veteran, me tellin' you
Familyman bass, knock all da drum
And any question you can ask I man can answer mi son
Me name, Jr. Gong, me tellin' you
Youngest veteran, me tellin' you
twenty years before the nation's birth
Its sons and fathers, boys and men, lie resting in its earth
Now it's Veteran's Day in Lawsonville, as the town
still in huggies
I swim with the big-ass fishes
And drag your horse and buggy
And better you fucking bet it
You damn veteran degenerate
Rippin' catalytic
Nicodemus
You is one of Jah Jah son
Son, son son, son, son
Who said dat di veteran done
Tell 'em, said, di veteran cyaan done
me, I best be going.
Well, I'm proud to be a confederate son
but the stars and stripes that's the only one.
Another good old boy with a truck for hire
Chet Göle!
I'm Bill Hader if he was illiterate
John Hamm son, ill-legitimate
Peter Breder without the puppet shit
Peter Parker if he wasn't celibate
speaking of courage
Did you see all our veterans fall?
They're bodies and numbers
Their usefulness weighed by someone
They're home but continue to fight
What
Homie I ain't gotta gas I'm so ahead of you fags
The shit I spit off Premo tracks burn confederate flags
Take the roof off roof, gimme Proof back and 2Pac
the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
There's still a lot of naked crawling in the corporate offices
This is the wrath of Aquarius
I am the black metal terrorist, ain't no comparison
Humanitarian, bitch I'm a veteran
Better than anyone comprehend
imali let me see you (Skebe dep dep)
Wonk’muntu (Now this is how you make a veteran dance)
Wonk'muntu o yenz’ imali let me see you (Skebe dep dep)
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