Lyrics:
pistols here, your money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax brackets and back-and-forth faxes
My money coming full
through the gates and they attack you at the capital
Run up in your palace, find the head of the states and crack a few
Get a taste of power then they
here stop it?
In fiscal year nineteen eighty six to eighty seven
Local, state and federal governments spent
A combined total of sixty point six
here stop it?
In fiscal year nineteen eighty six to eighty seven
Local, state and federal governments spent
A combined total of sixty point six
signals for that apeshit
When they debate, about this states
State of affairs
There's no talking points or,
Written referendums be clear
End of fiscal year
name eric hi's the capper
Since the 8th grade he said he would be a rapper
Rapper? y'all niggas lost 'cause its 10 years later and shawty is throwed
Comforter Versace not silk
I opened up for spitta last year
Thought I would be that nigga last year
They cropped him out the picture last year
Need a purple
fear
Took a few years just to be the man
Barely catching up to the state of all my peers
But aint nobody here
I guess I'm special like veirs
Brie
me low
I had a great year
So they raised the status quo
Now they're about to close
Then I'll watch Corporate Bro
I need an executive overview
Why
Cuz
videos because Vanarchy taught with no promotion it'll move
Precisely zero copies resulting in total fiscal loss
So don't haggle when I ask for ten bucks
people pretend like this shit they usin' just disappears,
As if it doesn't accumulate every fiscal year.
Shit don't evaporate, vanish without a trace,
of this place
state of the people
state of our fate
state of the hour
state of my race
years go by
and nothing changes
time goes on
most poor
few stay
I can taste your fear
Through this thin veneer
I'm in the business of devouring souls
And it's been a strong fiscal year
Deemed a God of Death
I
State Park
Everything's great after dark
When you're at Garner State Park
Oh, but I'll be back again next year
I'll be back again next year
and brutality
Abroad death squads, state terrorism, support for dictators and fiscal austerity
Indochina, Japan, Korea, Russia, Central and Latin America too
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
fiscal year
I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home
I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant
Gestapo dictator defended
It's not what you think, it's what you follow
Run for them jewels, drink from that bottle
Another four years gonna gut y'all
And save your bleedin' soul
Save your bleedin' soul
If youth is wasted on the young
Then wisdom on the old
And let it go
C'mon let it roll
State
Hava nghena mus
Hava nghena mus
This year is my year
Last year was my year
Next year is gonna be my year
Last year this year next year
I'm the man
Listen I've got a bit of fiscal trouble
I don't want a sub but I need a few bob
In the last year I've seen my debt double
An I can't pay it off
final state
You won't reach the final state
No final state
And they'll be missing the years
Miss, missing the years
Miss, missing the years
Miss,
ultra chic and wars are in again
State control and rock and roll are run by clever men
Revolution's this year's thing, we're on the streets again -
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