Lyrics:
what Politricks are
Emilio Rojas, MZM
Dear Donald
I heard that you're a racist and a hypocrite
Paid 100 grand to take Salma
Hayek to dinner but
You
the gun
The laugh lines round his eyes told me he'd also had some fun
On your badge, I said, there's an acronym I see
British South Africa Police, I asked
dreamt that I'd make it big
I was even rapping in my baby pics
On dark nights I had one mic
The Lord blessed me with sunlight
And an escape from this thug
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
Hemisphere
With a very small part of me
In the Northern Hemisphere
Australia here
Earths smallest continent by land
Including Tasmania, New
Gentleman, gentleman
I can take you places that you never ever been
Gentleman, gentleman
It's just you and me together and our love will never end
hitting from the stars, he's hitting for the moon
She said, one last kiss while you look across the Land
Move it into overdrive and take me by my hand
hitting from the stars, he's hitting for the moon
She said, one last kiss while you look across the Land
Move it into overdrive and take me by my hand
said?
He couldn’t give a fuck if Africa’s fed.
But the story goes further back than that,
Persecuted by men who wanna break your back.
It’s 30 years
of Africa
Fast famine stirs, mad massacres that manage to
Land in the heart of it, Congo
Damaged by war, so of course we're forced to sail to other shores,
and criminals
Their footprints covered the land
I'm that man
Ain't seen the city in a few long months
I like it gritty, but it's pretty hard to move on once
You
and that's the tale of the bloody tailed squirrel of bushbuck / a couple miles south if you take a bus/ a little town where it dont cost a lotta buxs / but so
scream enough truth that
You've got to listen
I'm Flame, can't take the heat
Get out the kitchen
Christian cats are spittin' Christ
With the mic on
We ride
with a nigga from the 443
Local connect, ship you W dot me
It can get sticky, it can get gritty
That's just life, let the homies fuck with me
Had no
Quick to grab a chicken head and clutch by the neck-uh
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me Grind say that I'm a home wrecker
the present you better be gracious
Thank God for the people that stick by your side
If you can't take the time to be patient
You'll never reap all of the fruits
Bribed us and snatched us from native lands, talkin stealin us by the masses
Packed us in ships and dragged us to lands to serve them as a masters
But that
native to a different land
Originality, fact that I understand
A black fist, black power and a black man
X Clan take a stand with the other hand
Usin this
then
they simply must, take precautions
That's why they're worried about their future now
'cause by 2050, almost all the Earth's population
will be
a nine-to-nine's a waste of time
Plus a waste of mind, so I blaze a dime
Tryna find creative ways to escape the grind
I gotta take what's mine in this land
Center of the world? Africa
Up in the tree by the motherland since I was little
Got a warrior's mask from Nairobi that's so official
On my wall
the toughest nigga you ain't gotta fear me
Gotta watch out for the fakes because they don't be actin' peery
I keep bro right by my side
I swear to God you won't
line and throw it widespread
I'm spittin' lines before he grim reaper dead
Incarcerate me, take these bars instead
Religiously I know you bible misread
I
Said I'm about to take a trip and all my niggas coming with me
In order to get a hundred gotta least have fifty
Ain't gon be long until they see that
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