| If we can’t live in peace then fuck it let’s die
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| They ain’t tryin' to hear us then fuck it let’s ride
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| Catch a traitor then stick a needle in his eye
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| Smash mode soilder we runnin' out of time
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| From Zumbi dos Palmares na mata fechada
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| To Commando Vermelho bustin at the cops with them choppas
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| Che Guevara and Castro bangin' in Cuba
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| To the Zapatistas and Latin kings that bust with that Rugger
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| We ain’t forgot but baby boy that block still hot
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| People still broke they went from snortin' coke to that hop
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| Tryin' to escape and take your brain up up and away
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| And you ain’t gotta worry about them bills that don’t get paid
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| Ho’s get made in the 7th 8th 9th and 10th grade
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| Studyin' that trickin' game as if they takin' a trade
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| Little brothers is getting smothered like potatoes and gravy
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| Got a name and street fame Jesus Christ couldn’t save him
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| And he gonna ride until that day he gone
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| Slide him that black or chrome
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| Live in your facial erase you and hit that gas get gone
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| Why am I still in chains why am I still a slave
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| Why am I poor and broke strugglin' workin' minimum wage
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| Let me get a hit of that nicotine
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| Let me get a line of that na' mean
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| Let me get a sip of that Vodka Cran
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| Let a mutha' fucka' know who I am
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| Gonna get high cause the world is low
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| Let me start a fire cause the world is cold
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| Cut the barbed wire get inside and ride
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| Tear this shit down spittin' line for line
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| Once I get in it I vowed that I’d finish
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| I’m wild till the ending no smile when I’m spittin'
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| And fuck Thanksgiving cause I ride with the heartless
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| And fight for my Goddess the hardest of artist
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| That’s given 'em problems
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| And fuck your congress
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| He worked for 30 years retired now he’s checkin' to check it
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| The corporation got richer from his bleedin' and sweatin'
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| The government ain’t got no safety net he ran out of blessings
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| And they cuttin' social security cause they don’t respect him
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| So now he sits on the curb wanders 'round
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| Sleeps on the ground walks for miles
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| Couldn’t pay his bills so he lost his house
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| And that’s what the deal is all about
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| Either get rich or you gonna' get pimped
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| Either shout first or you gonna' get hit
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| Land of the free and home of the brave
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| Land of the G’s and home of the slave |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Revolutionary Beat , by - FlipSyde. Song from the album We The People, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп