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Ghetto Politics

歌手:Pras Michel 专辑:Win Lose Or Draw 2016-04-04 00:10 1 次浏览
[ti:Ghetto Politics] [ar:Pras Michel] [al:Win Lose Or Draw] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Pine boxes nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime doctors slime coppers Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up Criminal minded you've been blinded Justice for all (c'mon) help me find it Please we'll wind it get in the hole And start to grind it who's behind it Big brother got us spread like an atlas Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis Now when I speak do your psycho-nalysis And those recordin Wonderland like Alice's Y'all don't know about guerilla warfare Kids in Haiti trapped with the hardware Wear them by the pair while playin truth or dare Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare This is the jungle we live in this is the concrete I call you pussy cause you are what you eat homey It's the art of war homes they play for keeps So you still think that gangster shit is sweet Pine boxes nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime doctors slime coppers Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up Pine boxes nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime doctors slime coppers Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up Remember when you had a lot yeah it was yours for sure But we fight back and ain't takin your shit no more So raw my four-four's leave a couple bent The government talk shit hand 'em a Doublemint You fuckin with me I see you like a jewel With the terrorist my nigga diesel like the fuel Step up smash your team throw matches at your head Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline Or petroleum you think it's sugar when it's sodium Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin 'em All in the zone have your dough and your fame But you ain't takin nuttin wit'cha but your bones to your grave To the world you're a slave we the makers Revolutionary haters as anthropologists gynecologysts Pine boxes nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime doctors slime coppers Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up Pine boxes nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime doctors slime coppers Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up Astronauts and shit I don't think y'all ready For the apocalypse so y'all better stay on top of shit My flow contradicted apocalyptic With plans to cop the riches make blacks stop the snitchin Politics mixed with new statistics Futuristic tell me are you a witness Or a soldier Innocent criminal minded I'm militant wise to ignorant livin with No time to eat and no time to sleep my hustle is deep Wearin the same gear all week Near all heat until I draw it's kind of raw Like a war between my ances-tors and dinosaurs I'm on some fuck the cops shit ask your moms She don't even know what this tax is on Probably got another country never shown on map For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped Streets is white life is black and this shit is trapped Pine boxes nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime doctors slime coppers Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up Y'all been rockin fatigues for years right Y'all ready to war Pine boxes nine oxes Unidentified flying objects Crime doctors slime coppers Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up Alright where you at my niggaz You in the Matrix Get the fuck off the streets y'knahmsayin Fuck all that gangster shit we here It's real niggaz put on your boots man up Get ready for war ha guerillas baby