Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God$Les$ America , by - Canibus. Release date: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God$Les$ America |
| The Necronomicon got us starving like ramadan |
| Standing road side with a piece of cardboard for chinese Juan |
| Isolate the subject from his friends family and his co workers |
| Minimum wage means no purchase, no job — no purpose |
| Run around praise the lord in churches |
| I pray to God my old sins don’t surface |
| The 1st testament God gets jealous |
| Look at what he did to impress us |
| He stopped the world with a nuclear weapon |
| I beg him, please grant us one thousand years of peace |
| The East visit the West, the West visits the East |
| Brother should not war with brother |
| Our ancestors were stubborn |
| They kicked the can down the road for nothing |
| The burden of being black and murdered |
| Being whacked behind the curtain |
| But what if you really didn’t deserve it? |
| Doesn’t matter, they want blood — no less, no more |
| We are consumed by war, a slave class ya’ll |
| Scraps on the table, forage for more food when I am able |
| So much abundance, praise Azazel |
| You have no heart, you have no conscious |
| Completely immoral, God bless the godless |
| Mud water boots drying off by the book of Genesis |
| A new way of life is imminent |
| You ain’t special, they gonna get you |
| I ain’t talking about nobody in particular, it’s hypothetical |
| Think critical, reticle scan by sentinel |
| Everybody left the theatre sad but it was memorable |
| Cross over the boarder to Mexico |
| Pepe said «yo, if I was you, I would do that slow» |
| The God Zilla Nimrod, tomahawk look from the side |
| He screamed out he was from Brooklyn with pride |
| I refugee from guantanmo bay |
| But I ain’t gotta go there for me to say it that way |
| Black rock, tungsten padlocks, land locked |
| No trash box, they said it was toxic, the readings were hot |
| They water boarded Mos Des, woke up couldn’t go back to sleep |
| Blacktronica lounge, it was Tanya and me |
| We danced around in shanty town wearing hand me downs, wow |
| Back from the war, I drink brandy now |
| Whiskey sour after sundown, low crawl on the ground |
| Got sand in my mouth, I’m in Miami now, snapped out of it |
| Didn’t know where I was, she messed up my buzz |
| She don’t love me — but she gimmie massage |
| And no matter how bad things turn out today |
| When I watch her dance — it all goes away |
| A golden kazakh eagle saors over Hajj |
| Looking down at the crowds, it was just a mirage |
| The tenants in the house of cards |
| Are too big to jail behind bars |
| Their problems too big to solve |
| The body cannot be free when the mind is in prison |
| Ears that hear are no match for ears that listen |
| Eyes that see are no match for eyes that see through |
| Yes — I am a slave, and so are you |
| Bless, ignorance, weakness is a symptom of innocence |
| Pay your pennance, go join the prisoners |
| Chemtrails, airborne spills, destroy you sense of smell |
| Die now — die later, heads or tails |
| Photovoltaic array at red dawn before that day |
| Exactly what I saw I cannot say |
| In case you haven’t noticed I practice patience — focus |
| Freemason emotion, cold — the coldest |
| Pagans and their potions, kidnap you under the oceans |
| It’s hard to believe sea monsters wear clothing |
| Some live in the present, some live in the future |
| It doesn’t matter cause we all live inside a computer |
| I was a mobile cell phone owener, wireless station controller |
| It didn’t help my radiation exposure |
| From the higgs boson fermions and protons |
| At this rate I will always discover more songs |
| Upset, bored, nothing else to do but record |
| Or spend time with family and get ignored |
| No electricity of course |
| Now we can all sit down at the table and be a family of four |
| A great new attitude on life, in spite of being loved only a little |
| And even less liked |
| Find your ambitious side, the oods greatly stacked against my kind |
| But I still gotta try I ain’t hating on the rich and the famous |
| I just hate the way they played us |
| They never give us qual exchanges |
| No individuals are named, they allocate false blame |
| No change just more of the same |
| They’re inspired by their desires |
| A steady stream of water projected between a ring of fire |
| A pyre of fire |
| The devil never compromises, the leaders were wrong |
| Judgement comes down from the skies and fries us all |
| That’s why they dropped the ball! |