Текст песни Flatbush Zombies - Amerikkkan Pie (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott)

Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Flatbush Zombies
Альбом: Betteroffdead
Длительность: 04:28
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I am redesigning the mind of the masses That fear a black man with tattoos and bandanas But when a white man with tattoos and bandanas Joins a bike gang its all cool with the balance. Hate my black flesh, but you're mad that I came up You cannot change, rearrange my chemical make-up Pigmentation, annunaki blood, who just wanted to make ya astral project blood Outta the matrix, you fake fucks plagurus I make a whore drop drugs with my cranium, telepathy, Host with the most, you can't find a better beast Better off dead, sever off heads Ever since I blew up niggas think I got bread So they got their hands out, they gon' get their palms read Red from all the bloodshed [Hook: Meechy Darko] Load it up my nigga, bang bang Cook that rock nigga, slang 'caine Point your finger, play the blame game Fuck it dog it's the American way Get high my nigga, maintain Sell lies, chase fame Cause if they could they would still hang Trust me dog it's the American way [Verse 2: Erick Ark Elliot] Music my own drug the beauty through the people Niggas will never change unless you thinkin' you need to We rebuild and destroy, home of the unemployed We callin' it rap, while you callin' it noise So evacuate your homes, radios never play my favorite song Miss America would never be black, no use in tellin' me that Everybody could coincide, it could never be that Good riddance to the realest, but you gotta feel us Gettin cash every day twistin flame Herban Phillups Stereotype, never marry a wife Just another block nigga making music, maybe you right Most defiantly, and you questioning me If the world fucked up the exception is me Government love guns till they aimed at you No tellin what I might do for the red white and the blue [Hook] [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Oh shit, Oh Lord Here we go again finna get these packs off Repetitive sedative, got a fetish for fetishes An American menace, I'm manifesting my businesses Realest as realest gets, terror the terrorists If you put your hands out I'mma crush your fingertips Fuck Bloomberg, that man absurd Throw him in the trunk right up on the curb Hop out mash out leave his ass thurr Niggas talk shit but I don't feel words Better of dead, prepare for the worse Been slaved since the my first day on this earth Fuck social security and fuck homeland security 9/11 biggest fraud in history And all you rappers ain't shit to me Getting fucked by a label Fame chasing bitch chasing lonely ass nigga probably (?) you ain't going to face it In debt to the red white and blue Your government lies so who the fuck is you [Hook]
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