Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Machine Gun, artist - Domingo
Date of issue: 18.08.2014
Song language: English
Machine Gun |
I be the cop in a plan fella |
And I ain’t got the patience of Mandela |
Rather hop out the van yelling «Battlecry» |
I’mma, give us free or give us die |
Patrick Henry said in 1775 |
And he’s an American patriot |
So why when I say it they claim it’s hatred |
Pot calling the kettle, they paint you as racist |
When they still discriminate cause the color of our faces |
Disenfranchise ingentrificated |
Disproportionately incarcerated |
Racial profiled them, slayed them |
Hood with bamboos or they miseducated |
Shit, but still we rise |
Against Oscar Grant’s murder and Oakland homicide |
Fuck police it’s time to ride |
Against the American injustice, human rights violations worldwide |
Your struggle is our struggle, our muscle is your muscle |
From y’all fort to the back, it’s all struggle |
Ended, but the fight ain’t done |
Al Capone shit, hand me my machine gun |
I’m that Malcolm X photo, By Any Means |
Peaking out the window with a M16 |
Still sagging my jeans, yeah my wrist may gleam |
Bumping Wu-Tang, cause in this life it take cream |
And after your money right, then you go to war |
That’s Machavellian, and The Art of War’s core |
I’m like Bilbo taking the ring to Mordor |
Battling orcs, politicians, wizards and more whores |
And if I’m forced to fight, the battle must be won |
Starting with bitch niggas in these slums |
Racist ass corporate America wrote the play |
But my watchmen said «Freedom ain’t free» |
And I wish the war was there, but the rich kill the weak |
And I wish we could all just hold hands like Dr. King’s speech |
But it ain’t so — 'till that day comes |
I’m front line soldier, hand me my machine gun |
The laws of God are above the laws of man |
I’m like David fighting Goliath, AK in my hand |
Make em today when it’s time to take a stand |
Black Panther Party, Nation of Islam |
W.E. |
Du Bois, Frank Douglas and so on |
Cause they send you to Iraq to drop bombs |
Come home and they still gon' call you a nigga |
Boys call us, how’s that not clear? |
I’ve gone fishing, I’m not here |
I’m on the roof, sniper rifle, I will pop here |
Or hop out with the saw chase a nigga down |
Place ammunition, point, lay a nigga down |
Lyrically I weigh a thousand pounds |
We withstand one hand holding a 50 cal |
Assassinate all my enemies, then I’m out |
Hide in Bolivia then escape to Liberia |