Lyrics:
on that real tracksuits and linoleum
Pause write my name on the wall in Rustoleum
Out in Montana with a can Montana and I'm bombing freight trains bumping
Generations of poison and bombing and drilling
All designed to turn the hearts of your children to stone
Got post traumatic slave master syndrome
How
Cakebrick road in summer 1981, we shared a house and garden
At the height of all the bombing, on the run in busy, hazy london
Through t-shirt
voices
Who wants to play fight the pigs and talk drunk about bombing gas stations
Until you have to go work in one that is, friend, I'm not an idiot so
Muhammad, it's the return of the common
I'm bombing these rappers and dropping a hip hop megatron
From King Street to Eglington, we don't run
Cause when
the race, no surprise there. The elevator always beats the stairs.
On a golf cart...wearing some uniform...bombing in the night-time...lying on tv...you make
black
Hey look we're bombing Iraq
I guess that's the only way
Oh did I tell you we got Fifi spayed?
And when they get to work they hear drums
like the flu bombing you
And embalming in your crew too
With the musical mystical magical, you know how I do
With word attack skills and vocabulary
I'd go down on you if that would make you happy
My panda bear
My panda bear
Please stop bombing my lullabies to pieces
My panda bear
My panda
decisions
Cause I keep havin' visions of flight bombing politicians
On some midnight marauder missions
It gets harder
They shut down your energy, cut off your
a timed attack
He gave a speech on CNN
They bombed us now we're bombing back
Where the heck is Osama at
And I would love to talk about Katrina
But every
going now
Electric dreams that electrify,
Bombing lights and liquid skies,
Robotic arms that radiate,
Into the lives that they create
Somewhere
shine (shine)
In my eyes
I'm a-gonna take
A just a one step more
'Cause I feel like
Bombing a church
Now,
Now that you know
That the preacher is lying
by storm in bombing runs and kill for their mandate
We are the ones who watch, we write in every law
We bring the hammer down and crush you big
Unfolding a pistol on a
Sheep in wolf’s clothes
Animal farming, nothing’s alarming
Sewage turned to drinking water calming
The calm before the bombing
Ebola crisis and ISIS is taking heads off
A drone is bombing a village and now the kids all
Signing up to be soldiers, but they all willing now
To do
it burning?
Can you feel it coming?
Can you feel it dropping?
Can you feel it exploding?
Can you feel it bombing?
Can you feel it rising?
Can you
are not a friend of mine, just a dude I never call
Bombing on 'em, Shock & Awe
These motherfuckers make me laugh
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Libertina Grimm
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades
Her soundtrack now a bombing raid
Bored of Vaudeville
God was six days
and deceived
Too late for remorse, revolt, rebel
This is moral bombing
Your personal hell
Here and now
Courage and guts
Victory imminent
Promised by
it burning?
Can you feel it coming?
Can you feel it dropping?
Can you feel it exploding?
Can you feel it bombing?
Can you feel it rising?
Can you
bombed us, now we're bombing back,
Where the heck is Osama at?
And I would love to talk about Katrina,
but everytime I talk about Katrina,
they look at me
at? Why we gotta lease that?
Why we can't own that? All these fat loaners
Ain't no forewarning came bombing and I'm just Vietnam
If you gon' be
right around and asked for amnesty
Insanity
DOOM representing Ronin squad Kes Kes Kes
Bombing since "Yes, yes
Y'all" and the "FreshFest"
Drop the bomb
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