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Hold up. Big hand like Fidel in Angola. Sadam in the sand, I was holed up. MC MKULTRA. What's ultra? Hold up. How many men got shot for your cola? Kennedy drop top doing donuts MC MKULTRA. For the culture And I'm on you. Hit you with the ghost gun, haunt you What good is the road if it brought you, to the land of the scams and the awful? We unlawful Vagrants. Dipping central intelligence agents. Put the felon in Relevant databases made to trace us Eating peanuts in the elephant cages It's a network. Hang em out to dry like a wet shirt. Hand out the ride with the Heckler. Show a bitch how we handle the hecklers Do the wet work Pressure's on in the palm of the expert 6-shooter cocked, I'm a western man That'll leave you on the lawn with your mans and your sweatshirt You wanna expand? Go westward Hold up. Big hand like Fidel in Angola. Sadam in the sand, I was holed up. MC MKULTRA. What's ultra? Hold up. How many men got shot for your cola? Kennedy drop top doing donuts MC MKULTRA. For the culture Big bank. Who you think pays for them think tanks? We're all caught in a chamber of echoing counterrevolutionary thought til the next Big Bang And I'm reading Hobsbawm lost on the train while my name rings Cops on the force getting paid to do Nanking Violent crime unit moving into your community looking for violent criminals knowing they do the same thing Animus. Street sweep broom, I'm the janitor. Aim for your head, hit your handler. And a judge WHAT? Just straight called me an animal And I got felonies. I can't go to Canada Hmm man I'm good, I'm the sneak thief Roll Backwoods of the leak leak Dustin off, grab your diamonds Send your nerd ass to meet Screech North Philly badlands hyphen West Philly Norristown white kid Born and raised near the Fresh Prince Guess who he got in that little fight with (me) The worst people in the world to the rescue Death squads, guinea pigs, Gods in a test tube Short stocks on the 9/11 planes The CIA never did nothing to protect you (nothing) Hold up. Big hand like Fidel in Angola. Sadam in the sand, I was holed up. MC MKULTRA. What's ultra? Hold up. How many men got shot for your cola? Kennedy drop top doing donuts MC MKULTRA. For the culture Hold up. Big hand like Fidel in Angola. Sadam in the sand, I was holed up. MC MKULTRA. What's ultra? Hold up. How many men got shot for your cola? Kennedy drop top doing donuts MC MKULTRA. It's a culture Rest in the nest of the cobras Demanding the land from their owners Strapped like Pattinson in The Rover Deep state term never over, It's a culture We're all just bones for the vultures, It's a culture In Venezuela they got to your chauffer, it's a culture
Writer(s): John Shinners Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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