Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The MAGA Continues, artist - KXNG Crooked. Album song Good vs. Evil II: The Red Empire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: COB, EMPIRE
Song language: English
The MAGA Continues |
His name: «Red Hood» |
His movement: «The Red Empire» |
In the good ol' days this doesn’t happen |
Because they used to treat them very, very rough |
I’d like to punch him in the face, I tell ya |
The MAGA continues |
Word on the street is the Puppet Master got killed |
I ain’t hear shit, I don’t know shit, I ain’t see shit |
Word on the street niggas snitched when they got real |
That’s some weird shit, that’s some ho shit, that ain’t G shit |
The block’s hot again, got the RoboCops on our ass |
What else they gonna do to us? |
Already come into the community killin' anybody |
who lower class |
They ain’t nothin' new to us |
If ya thought Eric Garner was the first then you don’t know the half |
The bullets just shoot through us |
See they catch us on the Ave. for your phone take a photograph |
They gon' go (doot doot) to us |
Cop end a nigga life go home and have dinner with his wife |
I wonder how a monster like that can look his kids in the eyes |
Catch him slippin' we gon' hit him with the pipe |
Pistol kissin' him goodnight (Mwah!) |
Used to kill us in the dark, now they just kill us in the light |
Guess they figured if they pull the trigger on niggas that Martin Luther King |
fought for, what’s a civil right? |
(Right, right, right, right, right) |
Then they wanna know why we act ill with the black steel |
Get ya cap peeled, get ya hat filled with the lead to the head like a advil, |
how does that feel? |
Killin' at will like the Hatfields and McCoys with the toys |
Shootin' like I’m Grant Hill |
I’m accused of givin' ya fake news but Tamira Rice and Philando Castille, |
that’s real |
So I’m steppin' on your ant hill 'til the shit is at a standstill |
Right after my toast I hit ya, I’ma post a picture |
That’s how I hit the net with your flicks and chill |
(Nah chill Crook) |
Sucka don’t like what I said, off with his head |
Watch how the population of real niggas decrease when I’m dead |
I can’t talk about unity |
I can’t talk about unity |
I can only talk about where I’m from, niggas point a hundred guns at you and me |
Higher ups want me to be the ghetto’s eulogy, musically, truthfully |
I can get a million dollar market and budget if I say «fuck it» and poison the |
community |
But I rather drop that real |
But I rather drop that real |
Built in federal crime bill |
Got us in an incredible bind still, my OG’s locked up still |
Pop that pill, rather pop that steel |
'Cause he been in there for years got eight more of those |
Triple OG, got great cornrows |
How long you been a ward of the state? |
Lord knows |
Been boxed up since the 90s, get out |
Welcome to the future, they still wanna shoot ya |
They still execute ya, they still wanna noose ya |
They still want abuse ya with no retribution |
They talk of inclusion, it’s all an illusion |
The baller confusion, the news they be using the propaganda views to install in |
the youth, then they alter the truth so they fall in the movement |
I fall in the booth and drop an exclusive |
All my interviews, they be calling my music a problem |
I use it to solvin' but you get |
Brought up in a mood and proper attitude to miss all of the evolution |
But what is hip-hop turnin' in to? |
How to see confederate flags all in the venue? |
The saga continues, the MAGA continues |