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Ruthless Rap Assassins
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This ain't for the chart I ain't lookin' for no hit So if you don't like the lyric - tough shit I'm here to chat a lyric about the things that give me stress No BS I'll leave that to the rest Rhymes so hard they'll make the radio producers flinch They're wanting me to sell out but I won't budge an inch The things I portray won't get no radio play So you can do what you want I'll say what I'll say There once was a time when it seems to me That being black was the worst thing that you could be But back to the present where the whites imitate us It's cool to be black but still some fear and hate us If I was a white man, I'd be alright, man The new kid on the block or the number 1 mic man They played his record but what happened to mine I could be selling drugs instead of wasting my time If I was a white man, I'd probably be commercial But when I chat the mic they say my style's too controversial I don't give a fuck 'cos I'm tellin' it like it is If you're due for a dissin' you're gonna get dissed Another rhyme designed to knowledge your mind To give hearing to the deaf and sight to the blind In other words I came to make things clear 'Cos there's none so blind as those who won't hear
Listen, so some say I'm selfish I ask you I make records for me, but this one's for you They cage us off like animas in a zoo Telling us what we can or cannot do They came to our land all they did was harm us Shipped us over here where they tried to farm us We got wise so they tried to charm us Still to this day some try to embalm us You know what, they want us all next for To give ourselves to go fight for the war Fighting for the war what did the most gain A bullet in the head or they came back lame To our generation they wanna do the same It's a shame it's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Soldiers on each side, take your guns and aim At the government, the only ones to blame Fighting in the streets over the Poll Tax Poor poor poor now that it the real facts Pay the Poll Tax or fuck the law I feel sorry for the ones who are just too poor I've got nothing to lose unlike you So what I'm saying is more likely to be true And yes we all know it ain't the way it should go That's what you reap 'cos that's what you sowed
Britain's in a mess because the government stinks Does anybody care what the poor man thinks Interest rates rising 'til they can't rise no more You know that shit was heavy 'cos they started a war You know who got the blame, they called him insane But just who was it sold him weapons and planes The National Health's in trouble, lack of money is why But still they spent millions sendin' people to die Too many people scared to stand up and rebel You listen to the government and you buy what they sell They made the cuts and the nation bears the scars Sold power to the people when the power was ours And now you're an owner but something ain't right 'Cos if you don't pay your bills they still cut your light Companies going under and the government say To keep inflation down that's the price we have to pay They sold shares in gas and telecon Most people on the street couldn't get none Worked like a slave to buy your own house But when you heard the shout you were gettin' thrown out Got no bread, can't afford the water Can't meet the bills at the end of the quarter Poverty is hell and most are on the brink You let it happen 'cos you didn't stop and think
Think, think, it ain't illegal yet
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