- Pras Ghetto Politics 歌詞
- Pras
- Pine, boxes, nine, oxes
Unidentified, flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
****** that cant get out man they locked up
[Pras Michel]
Criminal, minded, youve been blinded
Justice for all (cmon) help me find it
Please well wind it, get in the hole
And start to grind it, whos 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 Alices
Yall dont 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 ***** cause you are what you eat, homey
Its the art of war homes they play for keeps
So you still think that gangster s*it is sweet?
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[uncredited guest rapper]
Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure
But we fight back, and aint takin your s*it no more
So raw, my four-fours leave a couple bent
The government talk s*it, hand em a Doublemint
You f****n with me? I see you like a jewel
With the terrorist my ** ***, 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 its sugar when its sodium
Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin em
All in the zone, have your dough and your fame
But you ainttakin nuttin witcha, but your bones to your grave
To the world youre a slave, we the makers
Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologysts
Astronauts and s*it, I dont think yall ready
For the apocalypse, so yall better stay on top of s*it
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[uncredited guest #2]
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
Im 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, its kind of raw
Like a war between my ances-tors and dinosaurs
Im on some **** the cops s*it, ask your moms
She dont 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 s*it is trapped
[Chorus]
{'{'}*beatboxing*}
Yall been rockin fatigues for years right?
Yall ready to war?!
[Chorus]
[Pras Michel]
Alright, where you at my ******? You in the Matrix?
Get the **** off the streets, yknahmsayin?
**** all that gangster s*it, we here
Its real ******, put on your boots, man up!
Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby, {'{'}?}
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