Lyrics:
to you as progress, for profit
You may not be enslaved, but is one
In the land of the free and brave, and machine guns
And begging for a livable wage,
revolution's the act
Keep us crazy 'bout money, 'bout pollution and crack
Keep us scared of Al'Qaeda always on the attack
Just in case you get by and start
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has them)
(But waned
White boys falling on the fires of night
(I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell)
Flesh punks burning in their glue
Revolution comes in
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has 'em)
(But waned
a bunch of hoops
I'll still be the one who winds up in a jumpsuit
I'll still be the one who winds up with the gun wounds
King had just one dream that
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill
In cellophane bags, I've found my way
To heads of state and children at play
I'm financed in China,
the land
And we got churches by the dozen trying to guide our hand
And sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war, and greed (no, no)
Bury my heart
to take the land
And we got churches by the dozens
Trying to guide our hands
And turn our mother earth
Over to pollution war and greed
No no
Bury my
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
ain't the only one, Got children dying by holy guns
We all got problems
Caesar and Brutus, Brothers still milking ourselves how we do this shit
We all got
asshole on a mission
Mixing,
Like I'm in the kitchen, Baking so da product
Have em ballerina spinnin
Don't got a gun no I don't
Don't got a gun no I don't
loud.
La la la la la. La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la go.
Alright, okay, it's time, I've got somethin to say.
Cause every time I turn
My friends say they got me but my friends tend to lie
So I keep my third eye on point I can't slip
With my hand on my gun now it's time to begin
Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
And I live by the gun and I die by the glock
16
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
Load up on guns bring your friends
We're taking over the MSN
Fuck the lies they're killing us
We take by force and then discuss
Fuck lies fuck lies
crest
Yo, it's the real killer of hip-hop
The bringer of death, I be the souL bussin' flintlocks
Who want war, start a revolution like never before
Fuck
Blinded by the riches blinded by the gold blinded by Gucci blinded by the flow
Scoring by the drugs blinded by the o's blinded by the pussy blinded
Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose
Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose
Hayce Lem hayce Lem
Hayce Lem hayce
J’ai peut-être pas la belle gueule habile et
Gue-din, met les balles dans le gun
Mégalomane à l’agonie
Vil et malin,
Are we packed?
Yes, and by next week I want you to be
Pookie?
And you should see
They've padlocked your building
And they're rioting
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