Lyrics:
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia. The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth, so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell "NO
sometimes Makes me wonder if rap is the new COINTELPRO Makin' us all go under Sounds of criminal thunder Call it my hate thats stoppin' ya I'm too old to be
whole block listenin' 'cept the kids, they so not interested Implement new COINTELPRO's Hooks, fit loops, copyrighted by Velcro Whole sound changed,
With friends like these, who the fuck needs cointelpro? I'm punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron-fists in velvet gloves. The Cheshire grins.
and subverting civil rights Sick system creates oppression System white supremacy Sick system creates oppression Systematic white supremacy FBI's Cointelpro
knowing they throw stones And hide hands but live in glass homes Secretive You see these on the down low hoes Really cointelpro's They in denial Cause they
With friends like these, who the fuck needs COINTELPRO? I'm punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron-fists in velvet gloves. The Cheshire grins.
With friends like these, who the fuck needs cointelpro? I'm punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron-fists in velvet gloves. The Cheshire grins.
for the people, all you did, we can undo Welcome to the COINTELPRO Part Two, damn, this is what it's come too Yeah Damn, and this is what it's come
dip That was in beetle's but a snake try to spill a score On my pride I'm in my cammy We bust at COINTELPRO we creamy like Fuck that we Creamy Spies
circles Around one big right wing Yes, the left wing was broken long ago By the slingshot of cointelpro And now it's so hard to have faith in
those men?" Slaughtered by COINTELPRO and coke, and Heroin, this era we in, we think we chilling In our Harry Winston In our high-priced clothing Some
circles Around one big right wing Yes, the left wing was broken long ago By the slingshot of cointelpro And now it's so hard to have faith in
You're wrong about drug use when it's not abuse I hope you never reproduce You're getting high on the down low A victim of the Cointelpro You're
the pigs, they deceit like a levy (talk) They flood thy hood with the blood of the solider (talk) Poor black men look over thy shoulder (talk) COINTELPRO
fat one? Watch that one A little Martin, whole lot of Malcolm That's why COINTELPRO wanna whack him But he be making people rich going platinum One
shoulder (Talk) COINTELPRO got the target on me (Got the target on me) But we don't stand down 'til The people all free, screamin' See Masego Live get
When it's not abuse I hope you never reproduce You're getting high on the downlow A victim of Cointelpro You're wrong and will probably never know
about the COINTELPRO And devilish drones that rain hell into homes Never an empire rose without blood On it's hands and face They hate the poets for
from all of it Empty promises and COINTELPRO policy legacies put us all at risk Punch the code in place where the passport's safe The mind travels
to take what you can get Food aid rock and roll Absolution for your head For Xbox, Cointelpro You're going to get what you deserve And not a bullet
of the game is this?] Keepin CoInTelPro stickin into brothers like Velcro Fightin felony convictions, a closer shave than Norelco well though, stay and lose it,
Feel like it's a couple niggas after my head. Is it them fuck boys from down the block, or is it the Feds? You never know. It could be COINTELPRO. They
Tranquility Base. Cointelpro, borderline trust The gates of dawn drifting downstream Iron Curtains, intrepid man, money reprise, stratagem dance
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