Lyrics:
I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill
In cellophane bags, I've found my way
To heads of state and children at play
I'm financed in China,
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Hayce Lem hayce Lem
Hayce Lem hayce
J’ai peut-être pas la belle gueule habile et
Gue-din, met les balles dans le gun
Mégalomane à l’agonie
Vil et malin,
to take the land
And we got churches by the dozens
Trying to guide our hands
And turn our mother earth
Over to pollution war and greed
No no
Bury my
the land
And we got churches by the dozen trying to guide our hand
And sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war, and greed (no, no)
Bury my heart
asshole on a mission
Mixing,
Like I'm in the kitchen, Baking so da product
Have em ballerina spinnin
Don't got a gun no I don't
Don't got a gun no I don't
ain't the only one, Got children dying by holy guns
We all got problems
Caesar and Brutus, Brothers still milking ourselves how we do this shit
We all got
My friends say they got me but my friends tend to lie
So I keep my third eye on point I can't slip
With my hand on my gun now it's time to begin
Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
And I live by the gun and I die by the glock
16
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
Are we packed?
Yes, and by next week I want you to be
Pookie?
And you should see
They've padlocked your building
And they're rioting
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
Load up on guns bring your friends
We're taking over the MSN
Fuck the lies they're killing us
We take by force and then discuss
Fuck lies fuck lies
Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose
Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose
Blinded by the riches blinded by the gold blinded by Gucci blinded by the flow
Scoring by the drugs blinded by the o's blinded by the pussy blinded
The revolution gets it's name by always coming back around in your face
You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
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,
you in the end
faces pass by sellin smiles that keep you
from bookin a room at the hotel adieu
but when everybody turnt nobody a turn-to
if all yr
Shishigami, I got fingers for tools
I'll let you rest in peace until my business is done
Like I'm Jonathan, you know I be the kid with the gun
Gunning the gale
Breonnas, and gorgeous
Humans who were killed by cops, now they in morgues
And yes, we the people, gone break into your stores
'Cause otherwise they won't
guns
And revolution's on their tongues
Give me a pike I'll settle in
And the red heart of love
Becomes the red heart of anger
And the sons and daughters
what gang u be repping
Consistently blasting 'niggas'
Till there's no opposition
Haters don't wanna listen
Till they get schooled by oppression
Leaders
And stood up for the Klan
You brought out the guns
And shot down your fellow man
You gave them red hats
So they can storm by and pass
You told us all lies
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