Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nuclear Medicinemen, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song A Brand You Can Trust, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.07.2009
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Nuclear Medicinemen |
There’s a war going on inside no one is safe from |
You can never run, hide, or escape from |
The nature of beast with papers laced with deceit |
I watch the wolves lead the wolf’s leash in a nation of sheep |
What the fuck you think they want? |
Is it hatred or peace? |
Who designed the bombs or terrorists that made the disease? |
They made you believe there’s no one really crazy as me |
As if I am the polluter who made it too hazy to see |
Open up your eyes it’s horrifying, it lays in your sleep |
You eat the bullshit seven days of the week |
If you could look past your block you would be raising your piece |
At the police, instead the beef just stays in the streets |
And the government still controls the ways we can speak |
The apple don’t fall far from the atheist tree |
We should cry for the children who breathe |
They going to bleed, there’s a big difference in what we believe |
I can’t breathe |
It’s a spectacular terrorist event |
Nuclear medicinemen smacking God with the six-fingered Devil’s hand |
Blood Money’s the only money there really is |
Whether you bang on the block or boardroom for billions |
It’s such a hard grind trying to stay divine |
The problem with the Devil is the bitch is so damn fine |
Spare me your problems, I’m handling mine |
I drink whiskey, smoke kush, I don’t eat swine |
I travel through time, shifting forms |
I wear a crown of thorns full of rage and scorn |
The whole fabric of the universe gets torn |
But Pharaoh wants blood from the first-born |
You can’t stop the coming of the here that’s after |
The suffering and pain underneath the laughter |
And tell me who’s gaining from the pain and sorrow |
If It’s up to me, revolution starts tomorrow |
Run, get your gun, shoot George and his sons |
We’re taking fortunes from all the fortunate ones |
Straight Robin Hood screaming 'Fuck the law!' |
And they planned 9/11, fuck what you saw |
Yeah, this is the beginning of theocratic civil war |
Carving out the country’s stomach to eat the liver raw |
The world is changing, atmosphere rearranging |
Religion corrupted the image that we were made in |
America’s beauty is skin deep, I’m sorry to say |
Like the portrait of Dorian Gray |
You pray to God because of Pascal’s wager |
Not for the savior, and not to correct your behavior |
Saw you screaming the words when he said the chorus |
But I don’t really think none of ya’ll are ready for it |
No food and blackouts of every street light |
Revolution will make Fallujah look like a street fight |
No blood for oils, what you scream at the slaughter |
But how about blood for air and blood for water? |
It’s sorta the starter, of what the ruckus is |
Immortal Tech, Ill Bill |
Tell them what the fuck it is! |
The newscaster casts a disaster for television ratings |
Like? |
a passport to hell to visit Satan |
The government officials twist into a coil and spit venom |
Brainwashing their children to get oil and just net em |
They got sleeper cells selling me Dutches in BK |
They’ll infiltrate the infrastructure and fuck us on D-Day |
Get the mandatory beef bar code stamped across your wrist |
The plot twists till mankind no longer exists |
McDonald’s, Marlboro, NASDAQ, Exon, and Ford |
Verizon, Clear Channel facing Armageddons abroad |
The severed heads of the dragon, the whore of Babylon |
The Statue of Liberty, there’s much more to examine on |
The President’s nothing but a figurehead |
While the fallen angel gathers an army of the living dead |
Your life’s doomed to tornadoes, typhoons, and volcanoes |
Consume the whole fable and soon will prove fatal |