Lyrics BIG WAR - Lil Darkie, Cubensis

BIG WAR

Wendigo, have you seen my fucking lighter?
Awr, where’s my fucking light-
Oop — found it
Flick
Lalalalalala
Yuh, blow up
I did it, I could do it again, my friend
I run up then I detonate, bring your end
Send shots at your temple that you defend
Send planes if you fucking with Allah’s men
Made by the USA, bitch
The head of your country is a bumbling racist
A drone took my family and he still won’t say shit
Behead 'em on camera to display they faces
Allahu Akbar
All you are not hard
Blow up a cop car
Jetting through the desert
You be slowing on the Wockhardt
You can not be hard
Causing a jihad
All of my brothers in a suicidal pea-pod
Grip on an AK
Hear him say «Mayday»
72 virgins, talking my pay-day
It is my time now, ready to die loud
Lelelelelelele
Yuh, blow up
I did it, I could do it again, my friend
I run up then I detonate, bring your end
Send shots at your temple that you defend
Send planes if you fucking with Allah’s men
Sharia, shawdy act so naughty (Nah)
Cover her from head to toe
So I can’t get my body hard
RPG, are we free?
No we’re not, they’re arming me
Come and see how it be inside of the Middle East
Or at least follow us on Twitter, keep up with recruitments
Who we looting?
We get our boots and guns we use for shooting all the Jews and who we choosing
to show up on our YouTube and pull in views
When we slit his throat and leave his body oozing
Fuck a infidel, throw his body in a well
Free my brothers Ali and Muhammad from that island cell
This be that ISIS type beat (UH)
Killer type beat (UH)
Pull up on the goat and I might fill ya type beat
Ha, wait, what he do, what he, ha yea-a-ah
Yea-a-ah, huh, huh, really, huh, really, huh yeah
Oh, oh, yeah-yeah, oh swipe my, uh
Ta na-na-na-na-naaaaa-naaaaa-na
Where’s my fucking lighter?
Ma-na-na-na-na-na-naww
One, two
One, two, three, four
This that ISIS type beat (Uh)
Killer type beat (Uh)
Pull up on the goat and I might fill ya type beat (Yeah)
This that ISIS type beat (Uh)
Terror type beat (Uh)
Pull up on him, hit him, cause an error type beat
Yuh, blow up
I did it, I could do it again, my friend
I run up then I detonate, bring your end
Send shots at your temple that you defend
Send planes if you fucking with Allah’s men
Blow up, blow up
I’m about to blow up
Filled up with emotion and some potion had to pour up
No cup, grow up
Bitch, you better grow up
Slow up
If you talking shit, you better throw up, throw up
Come on boys, we’re going to kill some Arabs
Oorah (Left, right, left)
Yeah (Left, right, left)
Yeah (Left, right, left)
Yeah
Boys, we’re on our way down
AR, let it spray now
Kicking in your front door
Everybody lay down!
Tangos, inbound
Run up on em
Lord, forgive me of my sins now
Shitting on 'em
Filling 'em with bullets that we bring down
Hit 'em with a bigger stick
Making my ear ring now
Where’d they come from
The cotton eyed hoes
Them ISIS folk getting shot in they homes
The nicest folk could
Put a hole in yo dome
I ride the dragon with a
Pole, pole, pole
Bag and tag em, we
Cold, cold, cold
Rock and roll we
Don’t fold, fold, no
See the eagle fly, hear the people die
See the eagle fly, hear the people die
Left, right
Left, right
Left, right (Aye, get in line)
Left, right
Left, right
Everywhere we step, fight
Right, left
Right, left
Hit him with that pipe breath
Good, now drop and give me 20, soldier
Yes Sir!
Na na na na na na na na na na
That’s right now give me another one
You halfway maggot right now
This land was your land, but now it’s my land
I’m very happy that you’re in pain
This land was your land, but now it’s my land
I’m very happy that you’re in pain
We want your oil
Under the white sand, we’re sending men to put some bullets in your brains
Bitch nigga wanna come my way
Wanna pull up in the Hummer
The drummer, he might play
I run up on ya bunker
I’m thumpin' ya night day
I’m dumping on there niggas
They can’t even sight me
I’m special operations
We a special population
See us taking over areas and setting up a station where we basing our location
information on the nation in relation to you niggas
We the hostile occupation
Bad reputation
Discrimination causing hella separation
Transportation prohibiting
No migration 'cause a piece of legislation
Won’t get to your destination
You under investigation
Boys, we’re on our way down
Boys, we’re on our way down
Boys, we’re on our way down
Boys, we’re on our way down
Boys, we’re on our way down
AR, let it spray now
Kicking in your front door
Everybody lay down!
Tangos, inbound
Run up on em
Lord, forgive me of my sins now
Shitting on 'em
Filling 'em with bullets that we bring down
Hit 'em with a bigger stick
Making my ear ring now
Oh-oh-ahahahahahh-yeah
Huh
Right, left, right, left
Huh
Oh no not again
Makes you really wanna know what the-
Fuck is really going on in this place…
Alalalalalala, I’m crazy
Somebody listen to me
We’re tired, we’re tired of fighting your battles
Not cattle the stick and it rattle
Don’t tread on me tread on me
The true american
Hyper aware I am
I won’t go there again
I won’t go back…
Fuck your wars for money, for economy
Autonomy is dying, and a lot of me believes it
Leave it in the past
Keep buying more gas, keep starting your wars
Keep sending more tours to Afghanistan and Taliban hand to hand to fight em now
I understand?
And we increasing demand for all those manufacturers to capture us
Reactors in the east
Our nation sending shit to rapture em
Tractor by the farms the old pasture
Feeling fractured from the folks that live as actors in LA, and that’s a factor
How the crackers and the blackers and the darkies in between ain’t gonna do
shit if we hang everyone
Who got a different stature?
What you mean?
what you mean?
what you mean?
What you mean?
what you mean?
What you mean, bitch?
Pointing our beams and creating teams
And paying our taxes to generate means of harm
Extremely alarmed, they got us on Fox
Let’s sell some more arms, let’s make some more weapons
Keep stepping in places you do not belong
Keep singing our songs, go write others' wrongs
Don’t buy Chinese products 'cause you’re supposed to love us
There’s nothing above us but stars in the sky
Then get addicted to bars and get high
A big pharma supply make our will to live die…
I prayed to join the military 17 years young
I know 21-year-olds who bitch and let their tears run
I know grown niggas that ain’t never been near guns
You fuck around and die then I’m deciding when we’re done
Eagle Scout, (yeah)
Deagle shout (chch pow)
Don’t tread on me, I’m an Eagle Scout
Keep lead on me, let the Deagle shout
My dead homies told me weed 'em out
Post up lowkey like a sauerkraut
Big war, big war, big war, big war, big war, big war, big war, big war
Attention!
I’d like to have a moment of silence for all of the niggas that
perished last year in the fucking game.
All the niggas that gave the fuck up,
all the niggas that wasn’t good enough, all the niggas who died in battle,
I salute you now!
Ten-hut!
Hoo-rah!
Hoo-rah!
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
God bless the USA
God bless the USA
God bless the USA