Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Malcolm Less Martin , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Release date: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
More Malcolm Less Martin |
| We are oppressed, we are exploited |
| We are downtrotted |
| We are denied not only simple rights, but even human rights |
| So the only way we’re gonna get some of this oppression and exploitation away |
| from us |
| Or the same from us is come together against a common enemy |
| Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? |
| Who taught you to hate the color of your skin? |
| Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose? |
| And the shape of your lips |
| Who taught you to hate yourself? |
| From the top of your head to the soles of your feet |
| Who taught you to hate your own kind? |
| Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to? |
| Griselda |
| Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X |
| Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther |
| Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger |
| Don’t ever question if I got the heart to shoot you |
| As we walk, we must make the plans that we shall arm ways |
| March ahead |
| We shall not turn back |
| They say the best things come from the worst shit |
| This all facts, this ain’t no verse shit |
| I done fought the state on some vs. shit |
| Feeling like Franklin, in day touched his first prick |
| First trip, I did 95 all night |
| Did Chuck tell the Converse Off-White? |
| The laser at your eyes if it’s on sight |
| Grace on the red with the orange stripe |
| When I brought the Lex' I felt like Malcolm Little |
| Riding down Martin Luther Boulevard |
| Dutch too tight, you gotta pull it hard |
| I’m the new black Jake Gyllenhaal |
| Putting your spoon on the bullet scar |
| Cook it raw, eye emojis, look it all |
| We was up all night scrambling egg whites |
| Atlantic city niggas gamble with your life |
| Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X |
| Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther |
| Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger |
| Don’t ever question if I got the heart to shoot you |
| When will you be satisfied |
| We will never be satisfied as long as the negro is the victim of unspeakable |
| horror of police brutality |
| They say Machine only raps about how he got shot and how he shooting niggas |
| That’s because I got shot and I shoot niggas |
| Would you rather I rap about some shit I don’t do, nigga |
| So I can be like one of these new niggas |
| This rap shit, I only respect a few niggas |
| Everybody else, it’s middle finger to you, nigga |
| Used to cheffing ghost and all my Wu niggas |
| Shooting cans through the shortcut and hit 2 niggas |
| Spikes on the Christian Lou' slippers |
| Any pair of these sipper |
| My attitude is fuck it |
| Russel Westbrook mixed with Boogie' cousins |
| Rocking the Louis bucket |
| Bitch on the plane with 50Ps in her luggage |
| The bezel on the 41 millimeter flooded |
| When they try my 11, I know how to mask and glove it |
| Machine |
| Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X |
| Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther |
| Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger |
| Don’t ever question if I got the heart to shoot you |
| Well, as long as it is an intelligently organized, uh |
| Effort that is being made, uh |
| The discipline involved will keep on people for acting intelligently |