The sistas are in so check the front line. It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind. Cast me into classes for electro shock. Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block.
Like they deserve. Wasn't spilt in vein. So now you're pullin' the moves pullin'. the moves pullin' the moves. We'll wage, we'll wage we'll wage war. To replace our name.
Uh! Got no card so I got not soul. Life is prison, no parole, no control. Tha jura got my number on a wire tap. Cause I jack for similac, fuck a Cadillac.
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Uggh!. Pull, pull. Wuh!. Come on!. Uggh!. . Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list. Al live, never on a floppy disk. Inka, inka, bottle of ink. Paintings of rebellion.
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun. These people ain't seen a brown skin man. Since their grandparents bought one. . So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun.
Huh!. Check it...uggh!. Silence. Something about silence makes me sick. Cause silence can be violent. Sorta like a slit wrist. . If the vibe was suicide.
Greed, causing innocent blood to flow. Entire culture lost in the overthrow. They came to see, to take whatever they please. And all they gave back was death and disease.
This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin' proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya.
This time the bullet cold rocked ya, yeah. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin' proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set command ya.
Ughh!. Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack ughh!. Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack yeah!. It goes a-one, two, three. . Hey yo, it's just another bomb track.