Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Makin’ Enemies, artist - K Rino. Album song Makin’ Enemies, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2015
Record label: SoSouth
Song language: English
Makin’ Enemies |
Hmm hmm, yeah yeah yeah |
Listen, might as well start off right |
You’ve got plex for me, better address it directly |
Best believe, if not never will it affect me |
I possess every heavenly preliminary accessory |
Necessary to carry out my destiny |
Recipes for your death, I read |
With a decree accompanied by a press release |
Many of these freaks, women in pools |
Are weak feminine attributes used in schools |
To teach women as the orchestrators of the new genocidal assimilate |
Temperate imminent killin buildin coffins for citizens |
Generational remnants eliminated from mental remembrance |
Body excrement present under his Timberlands |
You pledge allegiance, to a Devil beasting |
Forever seek weak levels of peace, never eastin' |
Meanwhile, the people are deceivin' to believe in |
Every citizens part of the sake American dream |
When the fact of the matter is that they lack love |
For the people who this country was built on the backs of |
The brown and black blood, thats found in that mud |
Was inundating the hood prior to the crack flood |
Nobody willin' to listen that’s why we still in the system |
Greedy imperial visions consistent buildin' up prisons |
«See that’s a mistake man, don’t you know Americas a great land |
Nobody offers you freedom like they can» |
«Wait man are we talkin' bout the same great man |
Who murdered the Indians made the Africans slaves and |
Persecuted the planet soon as he left the cave and |
Let his hate span, fool, get outta my face, man» |
Police academy puttin bullets in our anatomy |
Savage brutalities while they laughing, cashing their salary |
A different tragedy, Sunday through Saturday |
As fast as we rally another’s happening scary passive and maddening? |
See but I gotta be who I gotta be |
Y’all asleep in an odyssey of hallucinogenic Christian theology |
Obviously concocted in privacy |
Cause a lot of these lying scholars be subscribing to rotten policies |
I’m not a doctor of meteorology nor do I try to be |
But I can see God dropping his weather constantly |
He been loading, fire and then slow |
Eventually ending his foes with a crescendo |
Got water coming down, how much higher can the rain get? |
Brace for the great earthquake that haven’t came yet |
I drop fire till I make the preacher retire |
Your life is trifling and your priest is a liar |
Now the suckers on the run, had to rush him with a gun |
Cause he caught him in the church house touching on his son |
You capping on tape, every song you happen to make |
That’s a mistake, 88% of rappers are fake |
Weapon in fast for definite cash dressing in drag |
And you helping the sad moment by accepting this trash |
Weapon of discrepancy over the Confederate flag |
But whenever cops weapons blast you never get mad |
Y’all holding hands you don’t want drama in the place |
Praying for the same man who shot ya mama in the face |
Can’t relate with em or have the grace to debate with em |
Cause when truth hit em in the face they say it’s racism |
They hate when you regulate and break in their fake system |
But they can’t even get an education if they listen |
International kick doors, all of their sick wars |
But black history? |
«That's old, You should forget yours |
Quit looking at old grass and put it in the past |
Meanwhile, here’s a foot nigger put it in your ass» |
Remember the Holocaust, the Alamo |
Remember the main Pearl Harbor and every battle yo |
People done fought but our struggle never matters though |
It’s sad to know, that the black average Joe would rather go with the status quo |
Unknowingly we been involved in saint synagogue |
In the dark, United States is a mental ward |
They come in and rob pretending they met a God |
Then they start selling resources, pillaging any part |
Of the planet and enemies are contested, arrested |
The media only gives domestic perspective |
Trust indeed raise up the corners and see |
But they the terrorists they accuse others to be |
From Hiroshima to Desert Storm to Black Wall Street |
And my balls are black that’s why they blackball me |