Lyrics:
Y.C.V? Coz I gotta
Apply for paramilitaries because a lotta
Opportunities not coming my way
So I filled an application for the UDA
And I'm telling
Yeah
Yeah? Yeah
Man it’s because I got that black on me
My president ain’t coming back for me
The paramilitary tackle me
The world be tryna break
a fundamental shift in how we view
Law enforcement done to the letter
It's time to let go of the old and embrace something new
We don't need a paramilitary force
yeba sam mo
Yeba yeba sam mo
Yeba yeba sam mo
Yeba yeba sam mo
We dey there when the paramilitary E dey shoot man them
Eh oye
Our democracy get big
Ten hole DMs on your feet
Well polished and looking neat
Paramilitary is the score
We're the band Combat 84
No one's safe when we march by
of that stolen mountain,
as buck v. bell. but when billie's arm bent fumi's
note then muhfuck this paramilitary weatherman
and his tired navy blue.
Cashmere
No different than the avenues right here
An increase in the murder rate each year
Paramilitary unit keep the streets clear
Curtains up
Cashmere
No different than the avenues right here
An increase in the murder rate each year
Paramilitary unit keep the streets clear
Curtains up
the prayers that weave poetry through drum beats
Victory
Step inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary
Straight paramilitary
Brother Ali exist to read
become a barracks for the paramilitary police
I saw an old lady's face once on a Japanese train
Half lit, rich with soft luminosity
She was dozing
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land
Be a people's soldier
Paramilitary gun in hand
I won't be a soldier
I won't take
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land
Be a people's soldier
Paramilitary gun in hand
I won't be a soldier
I won't take
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land
Be a people's soldier
Paramilitary gun in hand
I won't be a soldier
I won't take
paramilitary, buckshots reign, the ruggeded terrain
Unless a nigga standin for change
The spoon fed lies are bein nothin but game
Chorus X2
paramilitary
Won't even go to school, definitely no preliminaries
Mean well, but still products of the ghetto
Talk tough but those fellows, bellow on death row
Wearing their uniforms, paramilitary clones
If you've got a poll-card you better beware
They're picking up people everywhere
Rise up, rise up with
to change
Wake up from your oblivion
This world could be more than just another extinction event if you open your eyes
Paramilitary perversions, eradicate
of acid, and throw it on CRPF men)
If somebody here forget what we do
(Who threw the acid on the paramilitary personnel? There are visuals I have)
If
come we'd run
Now I'm watching Cops reruns on the TV
The thought of paramilitaries giving me heebie-jeebies
So many crazy stories you wouldn't even
They line up in front of the bulldozers
Protecting the treasures of our world
They lost their lives
To paramilitaries and assassins
Thin Green Line
Post-truth era terror para-military troop
School shootings paramedics' esoteric moods
Married to the game trials and agony police tried bagging me
I
like a well-regulated Army or well-regulated Law enforcement agency is necessary
A well-regulated civilian para-military force
That is raised from
hide and seek
Big Stepper paramilitary
Mad scientist energy
Who you know making tech cool for the hood babies in the ghetto
Ha ha out the mud Houdini
to change
Wake up from your oblivion this world could be more than just another extinction event
If you open your eyes
Paramilitary perversions, eradicate
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