Lyrics:
and strife
Uh huh
Paper and strife
You're a shining example
Of America at her best
Unlock the Jones's next door
Who are clearly raging communists
throwing bananas on the White House lawn
Cryptic anarchists spit that apocalyptic dark shit
Communists, radicals, racism, Marxist
You couldn't possibly wanna
Intro:
Lord, Lord, Lord,
Anthony B. is very polite,
But dem say dis boy too bright.
Remember we don't live in a communist country.
Yuggo
Dumbed down thuggery and pussy hungry consciousness
Revolution for sale greedy communist
Seinfeld rap your show about nothing
Poetry played it’s all
lifestyle breaks on the carpet
Nothing as before
Without old intuition
We're feeling stronger
We're communists at war
And it's so hard now
on a brand new day.
He don't know if he's a communist, a hedonist or a whore
Spent too much time ridin' on a white line to find the door
If he did and he
charisma my life flashed before my eyes
The communists rejected me, I didn't fit their plan
And anyway I must assume they're anti-American
It might have
the E-Class
Kiss my ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this
[Chorus]
Yo I use my real name - cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in
don't call me Communist!
I'm just a bro'!
Not New Jack or Joe
And Freedom or Death, this means I'm going for broke
It means my life is my death
My
consumed, brand new living room, T.V Satellite, plugged in, equal rights, communist dictatorship, kettle cooked potato chip, do what you want to do nobodies
I watch it burn
They want to see my ass dead, well it's his turn
That's why they're calling me a communist, a socialist
Ain't that a bitch?
I'd
in the doors to their cabins and putting guns to their heads in front of their children.
Why!? Who was the enemy in this war? Not the communists
So God how come every wrong's been done?
With deals no Christ should allow
Once the communist now the terroist
With blood as thick as yours
Now
up
With Dre and G wildin', these freaks love each of us
Now it's new to Louise to love
'Cause peepin' is for communist and Bubba is a capitalist
"Who said that? Who the fuck said that?
Who's the slimy little communist shit
Twinkle-toed cocksucker down here
Who just signed
His own death
where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,
the communist is stabbin'
Now I think those were metaphors and the letters of Paul
Greece and Rome had Olympics, naked gymnasts
For instance, he would say it,
the built-in agitators
But they all turn communist and kick out the whites
Nothing left but the coloreds and the brights
Dictator in a polo shirt
Dictator in
youths to march
Trough New York like I live Muhamed
Predicted platinum, ya know should dimers
27 can glamerish, we communists
And ghetto richs
ain't she bad?
Can't stop hit the ground
Doin' the town in a communist court
Round and round
Go ahead
Mr. City-wide hypnotize Zoom time
Gentlemen
free
Tell 'em for me
I'd kill to be free
No religion to comfort your mind
The communist manifesto will be read all the time
When consumer
the third world nations are on the rise.
The Democratic-Communist Relationship,
Won't stand in the way of the Islamic force.
The CIA is looking for other
No pity for the masses
Sympathizer I am
A communist
A prick up some asses
What goes around will come around
What goes up must come down
U.S.
black listed just for speakin' up
Hoover probably would've screamed Communist!
I want black and brown unity
but cats get out to bring the jail
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