Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Helicopters, artist - Necro. Album song The Non Phixion Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Black Helicopters |
Had the time of his life |
A capitalist with a communist wife |
Started to fight and did to cats what God did to Christ |
Hardly the type to give garbage advice |
He was larger than life |
He’d penetrate the roof of your car with a spike |
Trained by an insane ex-marine |
CIA traitor renegade assassin android |
Past deployed piloting black helicopter choppers over Bosnia |
Sniffing so much coke nose was fucked up and bled a lot |
For all y’all bystanders |
Baggy-ass jeans to hide your banga Ranglers |
Thugged the fuck out |
Hang with bash-in-ya-face-gat-gangsta governments |
These other kids is like the drunken bitch |
That sucked a hundred dicks at your party then cried rape |
Plus the hooker lies great |
Sniff another line to get your mind straight |
Pull out the nine and start shooting people |
Money ain’t the root of evil, it be much more than that |
America taught me how to kidnap and torture cats |
Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate |
This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star |
I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind |
Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky |
Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate |
This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star |
I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind |
Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky |
I need G’s so I can jet easier, my crib’s tapped |
I suspect Ether, that’s why I’m out of touch with the media |
Under-covers like Pete Seeger, I couldn’t tell neither |
Watching the projects with a van of speakers |
Peeping how my kids rest, banging my wiz for hours |
Surveillance tapes, pissing in Kings Plaza, even got us after hours |
Drug parties, golden showers on the poor shiksa |
Work for the FBI so anytime I might whisper |
My scary team be like barely clean, rocking Israeli genes |
That’s why I mostly heard and rarely seen |
Realization soaked in urgency |
Can’t escape history’s pen, I be the worst of me |
Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate |
This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star |
I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind |
Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky |
Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate |
This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star |
I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind |
Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky |
This cop bring the city hoppa like a rocka with binoculars |
Took me, these two Rasta and a mobster Capo hostage |
Said that we were impostors and an inpatient government agent |
From another nation and said we had the proper information |
About the aliens, vegetarians, devils, and Aryans |
«These are civilized Barbarians, we’ll fucking bury them!» |
The Rasta said «You a pussy blood clot!» |
and got shot |
I’m like fuck this, I’m blowing up spots, cause shit is hot |
We know about the plan to fill the projects with contraband |
Drop bombs on Brazil so you can kill and conquer land |
Your drug trafficking, your new creation for disease |
To control the population and in the states and overseas |
You put poison in the weed and the milk we feed our seeds |
You looked shocked that Sabac could know the plots to all of these |
Took his Glock, licked a shot when the bastard wasn’t looking |
Threw him out, then the mobster flew the chopper back to Brooklyn |
Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate |
This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star |
I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind |
Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky |
Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate |
This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star |
I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind |
Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky |