Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Of A Politian, artist - K Rino. Album song Stories From The Black Book, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Death Of A Politian |
You got your face too close to miss, if you feel you’re supposed to diss |
Get a dose of this verbal explosiveness |
I’ll post a list, kill the most when pissed |
Swing a closed fist till nothing but ghost exist |
See I’m brown skin and they found ten |
Prejudiced dead men, blood’s what they drowned in |
Rounding up all they asses like they did us |
Whoop ‘em and hide them away like they hid us |
Damn, I should have had a V8 so I could see straight |
Into the Devil’s eyes and relate before I create |
Destruction, corruption, positive, negativity so stay up |
I start downtown and work my way up |
With judges coming with racial grudges |
Throw my body in jail but my brain never budges |
‘Cause it’s mandatory that I never lose position |
‘Death of a Politician' |
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician |
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition |
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician |
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition |
Scaling a rough twelve stories high |
With a glass cutter and a nine strapped to my thigh |
Taking care of business, on assignment with the mission |
Searching through the files of a global politician |
No more petitions or bitching ‘cause you won’t listen |
From miles away you hear my missiles start whistling |
Lay your ass down, back down, face up |
The South Park version of you getting your ass laced up |
Any sudden moves and I’m cutting off your thumb |
Blood pours, hand goes numb, it’s now dumb with no function |
Conjunction junction, Dope-E's up to something |
Terrorist attack, your attack malfunction |
Ya suckers, everything you tell the public is a lie |
Suckers, you set the system up for my people to die |
Ya suckers, punk, that’s why I’m dissing |
Revolutions start and your ass come up missing |
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician |
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition |
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician |
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition |
It all starts with a hidden threat, I’m getting set to hit and jet |
But first I watch him sit and sweat |
Because it’s been highly publicized |
That at the next press conference a city official dies |
I send notes and notes of evil quotes |
Pictures of black hands around racist throats |
Pictures of black families living in poverty |
Regular reasons related to riots and robbery |
Yo, use protection when checking my section |
‘Cause once I catch him, there’ll be no election |
‘Cause just like a crooked preacher who wrecks his fate |
You’re passed to brothers like a fucking collection plate |
So, here’s the game plan, it’s tight so listen |
All of a sudden your five-year-old is missing |
So meet me at the railroad track |
And bring eighty grand if you want the little bastard back |
I knew he wouldn’t come alone |
So I had Dope-E behind a building, aiming his chrome |
And when he crosses, I’ll end my mission |
Dead cop, dead child, ‘Death of a Politician' |
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician |
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition |
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician |
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition |
Rain and holocaust tear opponent down |
Direct result when I’m in concert throwing down |
Power fist in the air raised high |
The Devil steps up, you swing it down on the eye |
And there’s no need for you to rush the stage |
I cock my rhyme back and bust my gauge |
Minimum wage, another term for slave |
Recaptivate our land and put the Devil in his cage |
Rage and anger |
To the white man’s god who they say lay in the manger |
In the nine trade, the government’s in danger |
Caught in middle white lies, ‘cause state of story changes |
‘Death of a Politician' |