Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Patriotism , by - Company Flow. Release date: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Patriotism , by - Company Flow. Patriotism |
| Do you know who you are. |
| Do you know who you are fucking with? |
| Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power |
| That we have? |
| We will fucking kill you! |
| I’m the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist |
| Rapid emcee perversion -- I’m America! |
| Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed |
| Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb |
| From the makers of the devious hearts -- I’m America! |
| You bitchy little dogs don’t even phase my basic policy |
| The bomb’s smarter, my Ronald Reagan’s crush Carter |
| With Bay of Pig tactics makin young men into martyrs |
| (Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land |
| Smiley faced opportunity cypher |
| And jump on the CoFlow pension plan |
| A proletariat, crushing State of the Union |
| Between serpentine words and mass confusion |
| Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment |
| Your family will love my low-rent, low-life |
| No-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT |
| Hop over the border for amusement; |
| try to test the waters |
| That the other slaughter crews pay all they dues in |
| You’re up against Jesus freaks, Mormon corporations, and Young Republicans |
| Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments |
| I’m lovin it! |
| Keep the people guessin who I’m runnin with |
| Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants |
| Fuckin with me!!! |
| Means liberal wildlife burned in gasoline seas |
| And I’m on a magnetic third world planet with metal plates in your knees |
| Can’t you hear the disenchanted, hollow scream of |
| Gabriel’s reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C |
| I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!) |
| Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory |
| Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy |
| (Awww, SHUT UP!!) Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product |
| And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism |
| Resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism |
| SENSELESS! |
| Join the census, censorship sentence ascendance |
| Triple-felon citizen paid pennance! |
| Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence |
| Lock em up first, then ask questions |
| Omniscient presence, my CHARM is the weapon |
| With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless |
| You don’t even know the chemicals you’ve ingested |
| Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN 'TIL HE CONFESSES |
| «Who's America? |
| Who’s America? |
| Who’s America? |
| Who’s America?» |
| «Who's America? |
| Who’s America? |
| Who’s America? |
| Who’s America?» |
| I’m America! |
| I’m America! |
| I’m America! |
| Mr. Len, get busy on em! |
| I’m America arrogant! |
| Terminus verbal curfew murders |
| You either purchase my products or you’re worthless, that’s my service! |
| Don’t look into the oculars of a daylight saver |
| Eraser, city-headed momument defacer comprising of |
| Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings |
| Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing |
| You’re guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger |
| That lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET’S START THIS! |
| I’m Sarin gas, hide in your apartments |
| I’m stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman |
| And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom |
| To your apparent vaginal problem — the hottest shit on Soundbombing |
| I’m American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary |
| Invite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinities |
| What language is that? |
| I’m angusih in fact, tangle with a |
| Star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management |
| Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassment |
| By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker |
| That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records |
| You tried to get elected but the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!) |
| You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows |
| Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes |
| I’m America! |
| This is where the pain grows like poppies |
| In a Field of Dreams I paid for, I’ll burn it down if operated sloppily |
| COPY? |
| My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables |
| Scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy |
| My favorite flavour of gas is mustard |
| I’m fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it’s justice! |
| «Who's America? |
| Who’s America? |
| Who’s America? |
| Who’s America?» |
| Treason will not be tolerated! |
| You have been enlisted. |
| into a lifestyle that you may not change! |
| Understand! |
| You can’t be happy. |
| and smile. |
| for the cameras! |
| MotherFUCKER! |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Weight ft. Juggaknots, J-Tredz | 1998 |
| Low Key ft. Mr.Lif, BMS, 3MG | 2001 |
| Bladerunners ft. Company Flow | 1999 |