Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Runs the Globe, artist - Akala. Album song Knowledge Is Power, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Illa State
Song language: English
Murder Runs the Globe |
Every shot that thunders |
Through the nighttime don’t you wonder |
What potential was extinguished |
To keep the flames burning under? |
Through the underworld and over world |
Principles are so the same |
Though we pretend they’re not as if they do not control cocaine |
But you’ll find it’s connected |
Every kid in the hood that’s living with a death wish |
Is the same as the King who kills for the bling |
But he is just much more reckless |
It’s the King that I’m talking about |
Though he is born with a silver spoon in his mouth |
He still gonna clap for the slightest of chat |
At any world leader that can’t back it |
If he is sitting on the boxes |
They are just oil or mineral deposits |
Food he is moving fucking with our profit |
So he better stop it |
They say money makes the world go round, but it don’t |
That is just not true |
If you ain’t got guns to protect that money |
I’lI regret that, Sonny, it is more fool you |
Only murder further agendas that money couldn’t force |
Eliminate the foes who propose |
To suppose a different course, of course |
A little torture is usually a big supporter |
Though there’s nothing quite like killing |
Good riddance to non supporters |
We demonize the man on the corner |
Paint him as a thug |
We worship murder so much |
It’s just that he ain’t killed enough |
You wanna commit murder |
But not end up in cuffs? |
You gotta make it to the Premier League |
A thousand murders plus |
Who said money makes the world go 'round? |
They just didn’t know |
Murder runs the globe |
M-m-murder runs the globe |
Every knife that puncture lungs of sons |
Don’t make you wonder Mums? |
If he was born to billionaires backed by a hundred guns |
Would he be living still, drinking, sleeping, eating meals? |
Instead of dead where it don’t count |
We expect you to be killed |
Because living as a pauper is a fate that is tainted |
Acquainted with torture |
We ain’t debating the rape of the daughter |
If she was raised in particular borders |
Place that fate made particular slaughters |
No fate just particular orders |
It’s the way of the world no accident |
In fact it’s immaculate |
You got a big gun start clapping it |
Cause the language of power devour quick |
Any silly biddy little pacifist or activist or challenges |
Brown or black skin savages |
Who inhabiting land with minerals in it |
Who think for a minute that the rhetoric we spoke |
Hope? |
Was not meant to be a joke |
Don’t dream compassion will happen it won’t |
Just go straight for the throat |
Because any nation or races |
That prove themselves incapable |
Of matching modern murder machines |
Make themselves enslavable |
It is murder not money we desire insatiable |
The thrilling of the killing it’s million dollars sensational, YES! |
What you can’t do with a bribe |
Can be achieved in a breeze with a gun and a knife |
Because only murder further agendas that money couldn’t grind |
Nothing like a couple dead kids to change a parents' mind |
Who said money makes the world go 'round? |
They just didn’t know |
Murder runs the globe |
M-m-murder runs the globe |
Let’s get a little clarity |
You ain’t got the capacity to internationally |
Have a say in the ways things happening |
You expect to collect more battering |
Your arsenal it ain’t got no nukes |
Armies equipped with too few troops |
We’re laughing at you when you call truce |
It’s part of the ritual to shoot-shoot-shoot |
You got no background in colonization |
Or public resource privatization |
You can’t bang with the big boys, face it |
But you still wanna play like Satan |
You got no death squads to call your own |
Or a pilot to fly your drones |
Much less bulldozers for their homes |
Talk gangster and you want to name Al Capone? |
He was an amateur, silly little boys don’t understand |
Even he went jail for tax evasion |
For missing a payment in the payment plan |
To the man, one with invisible hand |
And a hidden fist to enforce my plan |
I am just because I can more wicked than the Summer of Sam |
Kick your shit and I kick mine fam |
You bust your gun and I bomb your land |
Only murder further agendas that money can’t control |
Nothing like a massacred village to get the problem solved! |
Who said money makes the world go 'round? |
They just didn’t know |
Murder runs the globe |
M-m-murder runs the globe |