In den Warenkorb
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(Verse 1)
You need to get some, you go to get it.
You want to say that I done it, I didn't do it, I did it.
I want to push an agenda, then I'll admit it.
Don’t beat a dead horse, but I can eat it.
There, I've give more than four words, I want a dinner.
Don't want to give me that, then give me 50 mil, I ain’t playing.
Ronald McDonald clowns topping charts quickly, breaking bread laughing at the Monster in my head, listen.
We writing words that means things on paper.
You guys letting your phone do all the labor.
Cutting tracks from an app that you picked up on google, spitting them back to your pack, and these dummies are swooning.
Like what you hear, good do us a favor.
Don't take us to the top, just send us out a paycheck.
You want to turn it out, you want to shake your butts, great that’s 10 bucks, now shut up and turn it up.
(Chorus)
You want to get some, then go and get it.
You want to say that I've done it, I didn't do it, I did it.
I want to push an agenda, then I'll admit it.
Don’t mean to beat a dead horse but we can finish it.
You need to get some, you need to get it.
You want to say that I done it, I didn't do it, I did it.
I want to push an agenda, then I'll admit it.
Don't mean to beat a dead horse, that’s fine I get it.
(Verse 2)
I got a bone to pick, I think I'm going to pick it.
There’s something wrong with all the things that I've been seeing.
You want to go outside, look at all our painted skies.
Look how cops shoot first, then they penalize.
You think your life is safe? Go out and demonstrate.
They blow you up and blame it on a guy hiding in some cave, in some land, so far, far away, and better yet, this dude will manage to somehow get away.
Even worst, maybe the wind will cause your frowns.
Fire from the sky falling all upon your crowns.
Storms launching cows on every single town.
The ground beneath homes breaking everybody down.
Death at every corner, death every day, Little Tommy drowning. Let’s build some dams in the streets.
Signs in the skies, only leaders got needs.
My green horse grows hungry and there’s no crops to eat.
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
You got a new home now, it’s the streets.
The best place to poop, play, and sleep.
This effectively means that we're all felons.
Prices jacked up because its' cheaper than saline.
On top that why everyone so racist.
According to them, we're all niggers in different stages.
I’m saying this because I'm living the numbers.
America's pride fight hard fellas, even though all the blunder.
So after all the taxes and all of the moneys paid, after all the wars fought in the sacred name slave.
After every war won, every smile that they faked, after every time they told us that we need change.
At deceptions end at the end of the day, after all the lies handed to us, there’s nothing but hate.
No one getting out alive, there’s no winning the race.
We had a good thing going but they sold it away.
(Chorus)
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