Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A.B.N., artist - Big Scoob. Album song H.O.G., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
A.B.N. |
Half of these niggas so unaware |
Mike check! |
They so high and drugged up on prescription drugs |
They don’t know what the fucks going on |
Fuck am I doing here? |
Came to show you some light |
Look over here nigga |
Do you see me? |
Wake up nigga |
Wake up! |
From the day I signed on to play the game |
I spit bars with aggression |
I’m to dope to be mad |
I turned depression into expression |
I was 10 when a cop called me a «nigga» |
Cause I called him a «cop» |
Pointing his finger through my skully top |
Fucking racist cracker |
I was pissed cause the school they told me |
«Look up to this bigot piece of shit» |
Yeah I dress like a rapper bitch cause I got bars |
Stop and frisk one of the best lyricist to exist |
No guns on me if you touch my frame |
I got a 7 punch combo that’ll change the game |
Big mad black nigga in the eyes of the police |
Gripping that trigga at Americas nightmare |
Americas biggest nightmare |
My eyes are open now I see |
Americas biggest nightmare |
This land ain’t what it’s supposed to be |
Americas biggest nightmare |
This country wasn’t built for me |
Americas biggest nightmare |
We on a leash so how we free? |
Americas biggest nightmare |
I broke the change and I’m aware |
Americas biggest nightmare |
I’m a target now but I don’t care |
Americas biggest nightmare |
The racial tension fills the air |
Americas biggest nightmare |
Bring it pussies I ain’t scared |
Blame Islam for all these senseless acts of terrorism |
Or blame Christianity for these wicked whites and they narrow vision |
Because you wear a uniform don’t mean you practice heroism |
That’s not a given, hate driven |
No fear written, no clear privilege |
Either way theres people dyin' |
The systems broke but y’all keep on lyin' |
Protect the people the oath you took |
All of us with a open book |
Not the ones that look like you |
Walk like you and talk like you |
Power privilege these pussies choosin' |
Do the math my people losin' |
Supremacist on the premises |
So I’m in this bitch with a lifted fist |
And a metal pick and it’s evident |
That I’m fed up with this evidence |
How black lives are irrelevant |
In America this the elephant |
But truth be told we heaven sent |
Benevolent but our etiquette |
Is deemed uncouth |
Let’s speak some truth |
400 years in fear of a noose |
Water hoses and guns and troops |
We are the product you devils produce |
How are we equal show me the proof |
You actions are speaking you hatred is leaking |
Your history’s written no way to defend it |
Shame on us for how we forgetting' |
Let me tell you something fucked up about this evil and perverse nation |
The greatest fear and they kryptonite is a black man with an education |
That’s not afraid to go to war for his and violence proliferation |
If it means it’s saves his nation like Tucson did for Haitians |
Don’t pray to they god don’t respect they rules and if you do you a muthafuckin |
fool |
How god lovin master gone love you too? |
You bastard beat you till you black and blue |
I prayed and prayed and prayed Jesus never came |
Then i read Marcus Garvey, shit ain’t been the same |
My knee only bow to my ancestors |
Good lord ain’t blessin' me |
Poor white trash done got all mad protestin' they ACP |
If I was there like I wish I was |
Would have rolled up in my vert |
I would’ve told them country boys «your bitch is fat and you need work» |
And me I got them Oxys, mollys, xanax, and that syrup |
What I wouldn’t have been is frightened, scared, or startled by your ass |
I would’ve walked up that fat white bitch and threw her a wad of cash |
Tell her «Money make you master, now bitch go cut my grass» |
Ain’t no such thing man |
As nobody over nobody |
Stay down |
Come up |
Yeah |