Lyrics:
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
les chèques
C’est une drôle d’époque, la nouvelle guerre a commencé
On s’bat plus avec des guns mais des papelards d’université
Appelez les s’cours,
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
remindin' me of revolution
If the drama comes I'ma have to, uhh, pop his gun
It's the Sun God, yeah
To the sun
To the sun
To the sun
...
of revolution
If the drama comes I'ma have to uhh pop his gun
It's the Sun God, yeah
Good morning class bonjour la classe
Good morning teacher bonjour professeur
Are you awake today? Est-ce que vous êtes
Bien réveillés aujourd'hui?
We
ready and locked on
Finger fucking forgotten sat on top wit my bop gun
Fly around just like I'm top gun
Pin the tail on the dragon
I go to war you fuck
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what's funny are the ones that we
c'est pas le bled ou la Turquie
La taule c'est la pression, nourrit l'instinct de révolution
Donc nique sa mère la réinsertion
Ils savent pas si
and strangers
Feelin' like we won
Road blocks manned by mere boys
Wide smiles and long black guns
and his gun
I must go down to Wexford town
Where the lightnin cracks the air
And the people sing of freedom
They've banished all despair
The coward dies
They say the odds against me
Are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole
In my heart as an obstacle
I was left to die by the
Doctors in
look out for my cuz
When it's all said and done, we be the realest there was
Who else if just not us?
If you 'bout this revolution, please stand up
shout it!
REFRAIN
On n’a pas les mêmes chances et on n’a pas les mêmes limites. Qui choisit la donne quand on nous sélectionne ?
Où sont les
fields stretched forever I swear
Lucy was in the Sky with her Diamonds just the same
In the heart of a Revolution, right Out on penny lane
Come together
She got a gun in her purse right now
Got a scale in her purse right now
Got some pills in her purse right now
She got a bag in her purse right now
(talking by 9ine)
A yo man fuck that shit man
Fuck that other shit you know
We bout to kick that real shit uh
Keepin
the press
We Built the Buildings, you Burnt the bridges
cnd you always been wreckless with your methods
Powered by the hunger for power, guns getting louder
on?
You know you surrender to ways that will end ya before you have begun.
Mr. want to be playa who moves with the terra of bottles, lies and guns
And the song "I ain't the nigga" is the constitution
Niggas die but africans make revolution
So what happens when a people do not get their dues
Well it's
why the fuck should we care
About your marketing and distribution, we will start a revolution
Artists signing deals, sell their souls, it's legal
n'arrivera rien qu'il n'ait été prédit
Regarde comment mon peuple souffre
Je n'en peux plus met de
La violence dans ma révolution
Meurs par les mains
talk, don’t affect me
My elders lick banks So you can’t impress me
With all the talk ‘bout another mans gun
That we use to kill each other for fun
When
the talk about another mans gun
Which we use to kill each other for fun
When the master sends their overseers to see
Us we toss the weapon and run
Boydem run
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