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No quiero encasillarme en nada, no quiero sonar o ser como nada, pero no voy con ningun rollo undergorund ni nada, pq lo bueno es bueno da igual si es comercial
Hi people... hola gent!................
Song Info
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Peak #3,293
Peak in subgenre #1,600
Author
Rodamon
Uploaded
June 17, 2005
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
only u see the news and see the face of Bush and u write it
Lyrics
[Intro]
yo yo heyo! this message is for every no-greedy-rich in the world!
Go to the street and protest for yo rights til they finally help the people who need help!
And blow’em the fuck out!!
[Chorus x2]
Go to fight go!
Go to rob go!
Go to shout go!
It’s poors against riches!
[Verse 1]
Yo, how many millions are dyin layin on the ground now?
And how many ain’t down but around
Lookin with superlative eyes to those people
of the ghetto, and they’re thinking are evil and they live illegally
This shit gotta finish immeditally but not mentally
of course, physically, c’mon get money the problems
Government, let’s solve’em take an AK-47
go to the rich hood and send that bitches to heaven?
No, they won’t, greedy is the war, meanies they are
just to buy new mansions, pools and cars
SUCK MY DICK! Oh maybe I’m too rough
Fuck it, listen up it’s worth it it’s work tough
for people to work for a fuckin boss always eggin
Just spendin sweaty money on bitches, I’m contradictin cuz he’s a faggot
He has a joystick to control you so he grab it
Jackin off and scratchin his balls is the habit
A money habit, take a bill and wipe the caviar rests of his lips
like a fuckin simple napkin, man that was your worked shit
Cuffin in his two fat cheeks, cuz he’s always bluffin
Sayin you’ll be promoted but he only has secretaries under table suckin!
[Chorus x2]
Go to fight go!
Go to rob go!
Go to shout go!
It’s poors against riches!
[Verse 2]
Now Mr.-Facist-Teacher, I got a few questions
About the last economy lessons, and bout your mansion
I’ll go tonite, you asleep, and I’ll pee a big creek
Asking on the porch with piss why you didn’t answer me
(Well ask, comunist) well, why da fuck the South is a hell
And in the North the hardest problem we got is go to jail
Why United States keep fucking with the world
Takin from home to factory some poor boys and girls
Are sewin for us some precious balloons
But we know it and see it as improbable as a twit cartoon
(Ehhh, ahh, you can go home now) nah bitch you will respond
Why today people preferes less browns and more blondes
You are in the Right side hoe (yes, what you want mo’?)
You defeated bitch (you are white and rich, you stupid Left dope)
Die mu’fucka, suffer more than those kids in Africa
How can exist a whole continent in poverty? Like South-America
Fuck the North (you idiot don’t diss the place where you live)
Fuck it, the subject is only piss make real this deseasie
And what about the skin, you know black mean shit for you
But bitch the white is a color of a dried shit don’t you
No-whites go to the South with all the marginal crowd
(Shhh!) Yea I’ma fuckin loudmouth, and I’m gon to stand out!
[Chorus x2]
Go to fight go!
Go to rob go!
Go to shout go!
It’s poors against riches!
[Verse 3]
When I’m talkin about poors against riches, it’s a methaphor
So leave your fuckin basebol bat in home, for what would be that for?
When I’m talkin about poors I don’t talk only bout beggars
I’m also talkin about mid-class guys that could live bettar
But don’t blame only yourself homie, blame stupid millionares
But I’m just talkin bout greedy chums riches like Bush and Blair
That don’t even move two inches to stop this drought of peace
That make us drink their sour piss with a big ass that we kiss
Stop this shit! I ain’t complainin of my own economy
If you think I’m sayin this shit for me you’re wrong homie
Let’s crash this pink piggy bank
Cling-cliti-clang, it’s the sound of the motherfuckin corrupt rich cash gang
Now let’s listen the rest of money cash [____]
Man don’t spend more time with this shit like a dumb monkey ass
Let’s yell, rebels, reveletion it’s here in your person
Don’t share with’em yo money, if they ain’t sharin
Now it’s your time man, take your baseball bat
Snap slap stab blast off, blow off til them finally hear that!
[Chorus x4]
Go to fight go!
Go to rob go!
Go to shout go!
It’s poors against riches!
EQUAL
