Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Savion Glover, artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 02.02.2009
Song language: English
Savion Glover |
| Yeah, yo |
| Yeah |
| (P. O. S.) Yo |
| So, when they can’t stop, won’t stop |
| Who keeps the tank topped? |
| Who reaps the good sleep, keeps the receipts? |
| I seem 'em sucking up the last drops |
| Drop top, H2 stretch, H3 |
| Where the party at, Democrat? |
| Sitting on a muggy summer bench, sipping muddy water |
| Peeping Newsweek to see what’s up with Sergeant Slaughter |
| Hotter days on the way, turn your A.C. Slater up |
| Burn, aloe vera green, apple now and later |
| Yup, pass that (sweet) |
| Mike Mictlan, where the mask at? |
| Hand over what? |
| Hand over yours, run that |
| Man overboard with the same crap drown |
| Dehumanize communities like Black Hawk Down |
| They realize immunities then rape them towns |
| So we speak our minds so fluently with raw, rap sounds |
| Alright tykes, a Klondike bar’s on the line |
| We need a blind eye turned, keep 'em simple, refined |
| For the black gold, Texas tea (hah), you’re kidding |
| Ain’t been good oil in Texas for a minute |
| That’s why we knocked over our own thrones |
| And watch it combust end up in free speech zones that shock and awe was on us |
| Watch me expat Brazilian if 85% of Guantanamo was civilian |
| Blood pumps vermilion beats dump all over a chump populous |
| Keeping they focus on Paris Hilton (Ick!) |
| Prada dead guilty as any internet thread, big check |
| Probably got a lot of bad head |
| All night vision, all night missions, all right |
| Christ risen type? |
| Nope, call the prisons |
| Yikes! |
| Middle pickin' the simple drivel |
| The riddles a head ripper |
| Suburbanites gonna get the kibble (Yeah) |
| The double speak is legit |
| They on some «Stand up for yourself you worthless piece of shit» |
| Bet it all lose it all forget it |
| And saying fuck Bush gave that douche a splash, too much credit |
| But smoking on kush makes cats so apathetic |
| Can’t beat em with a bat so we join em and spit the ethics |
| (or) we beat em with a bat |
| POS steadily wreck it for anybody who raps or naps on facts |
| Fill the in line six to End Hits |
| The oval office and the lobby prob’ly listen to Fugazi singing |
| This one’s ours lets take another |
| This one’s ours lets take another |
| This one’s ours lets take another |
| And then they dance away clean like Savion Glover |
| (This one’s ours-) |
| (This one’s ours-) |
| (This one’s ours let’s take another) |