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