Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apply Pressure, artist - NIGHTWALKER
Date of issue: 06.06.2011
Song language: English
Apply Pressure |
Yo, I raise my fist for revolution, extend my middle finger slow |
If you don’t show respect, yo violence is the only thing I know |
It’s in my family’s history, they’re souls still live in me |
I’m from Autzwitz, Darkou, and Trablonka, not Italy |
So no, I don’t love this country, this country funded that |
Those numbers on my grandpa’s arm are from IBM and that’s a fuckin' fact |
Stuck with rats, starvin' to death, while teacher’s get filled |
With my grandpa’s brothers and sisters they killed |
I wish I could build a time machine, so I could get to sit |
With the S.T.D. |
infested junkie injecting peasant shit |
You see this knife, I’ll chop your head off with it |
If I see a Swastika tattooed on you, even if I end up dead for it |
It would be effortless, the hatred in my heart will never die |
I swear to god, that’s the only reason that I even exercise |
So I don’t care if you Semper Fi, Bruce Lee, or Brock Lesnar |
I’ll put the sword to your fuckin' toe, and apply pressure |
["I was brought to uh, made alive ←-(?), were again assembled, on table of uh |
In the direction of the gas chambers. |
What later ←-(?) was happening, |
uh the uh, guardpost and the guards told us uh, we’ll see you soon going out, |
with the smoke of the chimneys."] |
Yo, yo, every battles been corrupt from the Revolution to the Sand Wars |
So I don’t pledge my allegience to your flag and the corporation for which it |
stands for |
It’s you that I feel bad for, false patriotic sceneaphobes |
Claiming that your country’s the best, and you never left your state, |
let alone seen the globe |
Screaming, oh god bless America, and support the troops |
Waiving pro-life banners while you abort the youth |
Like every Muslim is a terrorist so let’s bomb their kids |
For the god that we made up, is more powerful than their’s is |
When did we get so careless, or is it just human nature |
Maybe lady justice was blind folded, just so you could rape her |
It’s all about the paper, or federal reserve notes |
We used to be nomads, car, owned food and herd goats |
But nowadays we kill for money, and fear our government |
While the government should be scared of us, and fear our punishment |
Trust me they moderate our income, and how we shop |
And they’ve been watching my ass since way before this album dropped |