Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hurricane George, artist - Looptroop Rockers. Album song Fort Europa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: David vs Goliath
Song language: English
Hurricane George |
As we transmit live here from the White House |
At this landmark moment in time |
Voters have turned up by the millions to decide who gets, um… |
Four more years as the people decide |
To let the leader of the free world stay and preside |
And the word on the hill is that a safer America |
Is created by us invading shakier areas |
Now the commander in chief has guaranteed we’ll be prosperous |
Business will not yield to the takers of hostages |
As we embark on a quest to oppress the poor |
The biggest democracy said «yes» to four more |
It’s gon' be four more years in the golden era |
It’s gon' be no more fears of the global terror |
It’s gon' be an eye for an eye til' they’re totally blind |
That’s why me and half our nation voted what’s right |
'Cause you never know when they step up on your porch |
You gotta be prepared, buckled up and ready for war |
And on the TV they issued out a warning |
So I report all people with foreign origins |
I know we’ve seen a lot of bolts of lightning |
Striking on the people and it’s oh so frightening |
And it looks like the tides are rising |
Board the doors, here comes hurricane George |
I know we’ve had a lot of cold winds blowing |
Poles are melting from the global warming |
This forecast is your final warning |
Board the doors, here comes hurricane George |
Four more years of picturing her step dad on my doorstep |
As she took her first step into a world of bomb threats |
While I murder monsters we shape and moulding |
In the process of pleasing our congress of warmongers |
I can’t be upset, I got no beef with poor thieves who do dirt to survive |
I guess the police on my streets was on a different vibe |
I used to blow trees with shorties, trying to hustle to provide |
But now the contract is signed and I’m killing my own kind |
It’s just another four more years for me to pour more tears |
And watch my people suffer daily for your foreign affairs |
I was born in a war torn area, Lord knows where |
And my shoulders have bore more terror than all of theirs |
It’s sad to see, the person you gave mandate |
Greet my folks with a surface-to-air handshake |
All because the gipper wants to cash in a check |
While Europeans are preoccupied with Bachelorette |
I know we’ve seen a lot of bolts of lightning |
Striking on the people and it’s oh so frightening |
And it looks like the tides are rising |
Board the doors, here comes hurricane George |
I know we’ve had a lot of cold winds blowing |
Poles are melting from the global warming |
This forecast is the final warning |
Board the doors, here comes hurricane George |
I woke up to four more years of state funded terrorism |
In the name of Jesus, straight fundamentalism |
Message on my t-shirt screaming out my activism but nobody listens |
And I feel like I got nothing but an empty page to empty out my rage |
And emcee out on stage for an empty MTV raised generation |
While three generations of bushes are pushers and pimps |
Stifling my petty attempts to make my people think |
To make my people think |
I know we’ve seen a lot of bolts of lightning |
Striking on the people and it’s oh so frightening |
And it looks like the tides are rising |
Board the doors, here comes hurricane George |
I know we’ve had a lot of cold winds blowing |
Poles are melting from the global warming |
This forecast is the final warning |
Board the doors, here comes hurricane George |