Lyrics:
spatula
I am nice Uber
Send the bitch back to you
On ice cooler
Where my killers at
Real niggaz at
Soldiers with me
Are you feeling that
Revolution
On camel
head start remember that yep
That was forever ago, we put an end to that
Every gun toting cowboy defending that
Dangling privilege all in my face, that I
of a gun
And if you are not working for the betterment of all
Then go and run for cover at the revolution call
a loaded gun
Made of flesh and empty opinions
That make a cloud so thick it can cover the sun
Take the blame, it's in vain, you can go on a run
There's no
you saw my face
I was just a deer in the headlights
Say goodbye to a clean conscious
I'll turn this into a revolution
I'll stain your memory for years
Revolution’s just a word
Now they say they want to talk?
Never had our voices heard
No time for the big time
No time for the right time
Grab your guns
black cause or Arabic rights
A black rose killed by white spikes
No stopping now
No justice no peace found
We speak the truth, the lies drown
Revolution
I'll see you next fall
At another gun show
I'll call the day before, like usual
But I wanted so much more
I got exodus damage bleed,
Could not
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
die by the end 'this song
Revolution will come, where I'm from: the third world son
Constant occupation, leaves the third world torn
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
pour mener la révolution
Ils ont troué les haut-parleurs, malgré ça le volume monte
Je vois des battle rappers, nerds qui font des signes de guns
Si tu
There where the dreams and the days meet
There where voices silenced by the guillotine
Tell the tale of a proud race and its decay
There lies
drive-by?
T'es trop jeune gars, pose ton gun
Avant que ne sonne le glas
Où bien ne résonnent les pas de celui qui va te mettre au pas
Joue pas les
people concerned
'Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What's that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw 'til they gave birth
poison, I'm poised
They picking my verse
See the dirtiest of the dirtiest
The godfather
Still'll jack you with no gun
Choke you with your car charger
Slay
you'll die along unless it's you and me
Grab your guns and raise them high
It's a revolution I see
By the time we sing this song
It'll bring you back to me
nouvelles générations, ma version se résume qu’à des trahisons, conspirations, pour soudoyer la Nation, si on savait la vérité demain y’aurait une Révolution
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
My history bruised by 400 years of slavery
Every day the tragedy resounds in the depths of my memory
Trough over the years I’ve learnt to speak
could bleed in a pot
And make a soup that’d go
For 10 dollars a pot
En la calle
On a collision course with incarceration
Consumed by the lies
we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em
Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw
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