Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song House of the Enemy, artist - K Rino. Album song Deprogrammed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2014
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
House of the Enemy |
Each day, these demons increase hate |
Your freedom is replaced with racist police states |
This countries a lit fuse, unfixable issues |
They playing by sick rules, authority misused |
Preparing for something, weak women and punk men |
The law mans killing your friend, quit filming and jump in |
See that’s why the heat’s hot, because unified, we’re not |
Got 50 people scared to save their partner from 3 cops |
It’s like we got no shot, bow down to them, hope not |
It’s part of a slow plot to control us like robots |
And leave you unconscious and feed you that nonsense |
To keep you mentally preoccupied with that dumb shit |
Like who’s the best dressed mates, which star got the best place |
Which rapper and his girlfriend just dropped a new sex tape |
But one day your brain will blow and straight up insane you’ll go |
The day they came to know that true reality ain’t a show |
You’re living in the House of the enemy, murder, no sympathy |
Mind manipulation, mischannelling your energy |
Peace can’t happen separation is the remedy |
You’re living in Satan’s house thinking that the rent is free |
House of the enemy, murder, no sympathy |
Fear of the slave whip lodged in your memory |
God’s about to bring down this entire industry |
Living in Satan’s house thinking that the rent is free |
If your little gun’s able to actually save you |
See they let have those but you don’t got the ones they do |
It’s bad cause you don’t know and won’t till your dome blow |
You’re bragging about your pistol when these devils got drones bro |
They passed passed a new law where they can run in your residence |
And apprehend you with no probable cause or no evidence |
Slowly sewing your town up, don’t care if you’re frowned up |
And as we speak they’re setting up camps for the round-up |
No chance when it’s time to go, I promise it’s coming bro |
And now you’re in the new United States of Guantanimo |
The signs are openly being shown gotta notice these |
Slowly American streets are looking like overseas |
Locally the police are trained like the soldiers be |
Exploding heat and won’t stop until they make your ghost release |
Innocent people are jeopardized when there’s weapon rised |
Devils got the best disguise so you can’t recognize them with your naked eyes |
In this Hell zone, there’s no one to tell on |
You voluntarily place everything in your cell phone |
Internet fiends jack, your actions they scream black |
So when you posted pictures of your drugs, they seen that |
They know what you’re thinking like, they know what excites you |
They study what you type then they project what you might do |
Night, morning and afternoon, folks dying from battle wounds |
And screaming that you know your rights that shit ain’t gon' matter soon |
Don’t care if you’re dropping facts, kill that, better watch your back |
They’ll snatch you up and nobody gonna know where they got you at |
And soon they’ll be proving it, they’re hiding a slew of shit |
A shadow government and every president knew of it |
From Jefferson to Roosevelt to Wilson to Kennedy |
Said America was governed by invisible entities |
Who seek to use us as pawns, it’s bigger than busting guns |
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