Incredible Insurrection

Lil Darkie

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    Ok, you ready?
    We're starting
    Huh

    Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing

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    Take, back the land from God
    For the heathens, for the heathens, for the heathens
    And make, the people write the laws
    'Bout time 'bout time 'bout time
    Oil derrick suckin' up from mother
    While her soil buried bodies of the others
    The banana clip kill brother from another mother
    Can we save the planet from the gutter?
    Oh, I don't know
    Allah save us from ourselves
    Everyday they want to set another race war
    But I won't be a motherfucker that gon' hate more
    Takin' all the water, we the ones they made poor
    Kill the corporations they don't want to stay sore
    A knife in the back
    It be your own species that believes that crap, white and black
    Huh, alright
    Now from the front to the back
    I want to see motherfuckers get what you want
    Alright
    Timmy better call
    I knew him as a child
    Where that motherfucker go?
    Maybe I could find him at the bottom of a bottle?
    Or maybe I could find him at the ending of this song?
    (I'm wrong, I'm wrong)
    Leave me out dry
    Standin' in the desert, put a bullet to the sky
    I'm surprised you motherfuckers even still alive
    Find a way to kill 'em when I'm fucking certified
    I hope you're terrified
    That I'm fucking verified

    Uh, I'ma go put something pretty scary in the sky
    Uh, all of you motherfuckers don't want to come and die
    I'ma rip your legs, tell the people they dumb to try
    And the oil couldn't rise
    There is no need for war on a national scale
    There is no need for wars when the rationals prevail
    There is no need for bullets raining down in a hail
    I hope all of the you motherfuckers go straight to hell
    They just want to see us lying on the ground
    Keep squabbling amongst yourselves
    So you can ignore the genocide happening overseas
    Right under your nose
    Lobbyists would like it if we didn't make a sound
    Keep arguing about race and class
    While innocents overseas are shot by bullets encased in brass
    Dis-ownable
    The body count is insurmountable
    And nobody is ever held accountable

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    Composición: Brahman

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