I did this track for the great, grand government. And f*** a bi*** ass cop, you can't fade the R-A-G-E.
rap
horrorcore
illness
craziness
psychotic
dirty raps
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Story behind the song
This song's about the government's corrupted ways and how they're taking us down. We need'a fight back dammit!
Lyrics
Chorus :
Let my people go
Picture these hard times and vividly think-them-through/
Look at the tanks-that-blew//
Soldias-fightin'/
All'vus-writin'/
Tryna decipher life-'n what-it-means/
Open your eyes/
This ain't no fuckin'-dream//
We need'a reawaken/
Cease-the-hatin' an' stop-this-process/
We got cops-'n-armed-vets droppin'-bombs-yet all-this-nonsense is locked-in-context//
We all pin our problems on other-people/
I try ta remain calm but this world is fuckin'-lethal//
My pot-adiction's got-me-trippin' on plots-of-gettin' rid of these cops-'n-bitches/
Fuck the heat/
I'ma rock-this-kitchen/
I can't take my time/
The God damn clock-is-tickin' an' my Glock-is-itchin' for some attention/
Fuck detention/
You reach suspension when I'm givin' clips a solid-clutch/
Jump through yo' wall-'n-punch every tooth down the back'a-ya-throat/
Jus' kickin'-'n-jabbin', flippin'-n-stabbin' 'til you collapse-in-a-load//
You faggots-is-told not to test-wit'-this/
Shit can get messy-quick/
Don't even try ta stress-me-bitch//
But back to the fact-at-hand/
The govenment's feedin' you all the crap-it-can//
An' you sit back an' think-it's-cool while they take-the-schools and make-us-fools out-of-ourselves/
They downin'-our-wealth with serperate-consolidation/
But they say "We-letcha-get-all-the-ends-made-in America"/
It's esoteric how it seems like they sayin' "I'm-darin'-ya"//
Well fuck that we shouldn't-accept-it/
Wouldn'-ya-stress-if ya kids hadda grow up not knowin' who-ta-trust/
That's why we join crews-that-jus' be rude-as-fuck/
No this ain't crude-enough/
Lookin' at the White House wonderin' why I blew-it-up//
We got troops missin'-in-action/
Let's jus' convince ourselves it-didn't-happen//
And maybe it'll all go-away/
No fuck that, lemme show-the-way//
Open your eyes visualize us sittin' in the oval-office/
Know-the-congress is one big open-offense to all-that-oppose/
But don't listen to me, I'm jus' the one droppin'-the-flows//
Chorus:
Let my people go mothafucka
These fucks got me trippin' off insanity/
It's gonna take the man'a-me ta conquer-this/
Blowin' through the PD easy as my conscience-drifts/
I'm on-this-shit ready to scream "FUCK-THE-GOVERNMENT"/
Armed wit' bombs, Glocks cockin' as I'm up-'n-under-it/
You clucks-can-wonder-if I'll eva-come-back/
Wake up, shit I guess I neva-done-that//
But still we gettin' fucked outta every job-position/
I'm on-a-mission ta end this stupidity/
The White House jus' gained a new-enemy/
And I'ma prove-it-ta-be true you neva seen a dude crazy-as-this/
They control me, you, even our babies-you-prick//
You can sit back and demand-action/
I'ma be anthraxin' the damn-passive ass democracy/
I'll rock-the-streets//
Yes it's me, the one man protest-group/
Know-this-you won't go unnoticed-true/
They don't give a fuck, they'll leave you floatin' in the ocean-blue wit' no sun tan lotion or hopes-you-fool//
All they want is a higher position-of-power/
Just-listen-I'm-louder than any wack-MC-boastin'-toasts-ova-himself/
Watch me blast-at-these-hos-wit'-most-rollas-'n-stealth//
So to all-the-cops/
Watch a balla-hop/
Rockin' congress and a fuckin' oval office 'til I'm knocked to unconsiousness or jes' fall-'n-rot//