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