Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acid Reflex, artist - Paris. Date of issue: 27.10.2008
Song language: English
Acid Reflex |
| Exposed so the youth can use it |
| Guerrilla Funk don’t confuse it |
| With off-brand gangster rap that don’t do shit |
| P-Dog and I’m back with a new clique |
| Sharpshooters, four deep in a 'lark shooters |
| That might creep in dark and shoot the police |
| In the heart for Sean Bell and Martin Luther |
| Cause ever since '90 |
| America tried to bling me, but they still can’t blind me |
| Eighteen years behind me, twenty mo' left |
| Pro-left, pro-death, the Bush Killa |
| Corporate conservative crook killer |
| Wolfowitz for the chips that he took killer |
| This industry is full of shook niggas |
| That’s why the shame grip breaker returns to left hook niggas |
| Now when we say Guerrilla Funk |
| We don’t mean monkeys on a vine |
| We mean this as in New Orleans |
| Virginia Tech and Columbine |
| We still rise like gas prices |
| On fire like CNN satellite vans if they pass by us |
| Like Bechtel hush money cash stipends |
| Lindsay Lohan’s nose and vagina |
| Fuck Imus |
| Then again white folks pointin' fingers at the hate that hate made is timeless |
| Look at Hussein, paid 'em, trained 'em |
| Played 'em, called 'em «al-Qaeda» then hanged 'em |
| You said die nigga? |
| But I’m still crackin' |
| Like six out of twenty nine eleven hijackers |
| If anybody dead, it’s kids in the black church |
| Being mislead by the misled |
| B-E-T, telling kids get bread |
| But never telling 'em what to do with bread |
| A project for the bitch scared |
| Joe Biden running blue but he just might drip red |
| Now when we say Guerrilla Funk |
| We don’t mean monkeys on a vine |
| We mean this as in New Orleans |
| Virginia Tech and Columbine |
| O.J. |
| Simpson, B.T.K |
| Beltway, Peterson, Jon Benet |
| The San Francisco Panther 8 |
| Our government’s hate for foreign kind |
| Representing for the innocent victims out in Darfur |
| But it’s really not our war |
| I’ma leave it alone on this track cause that’s something |
| I had to go and write to a whole 'nother song for |
| The rap shit got niggas on all fours |
| T-K.A.S.H. |
| make many sound like Forrest |
| Guerrilla Funk, straight vets, place bets them |
| Pseudo-ass revolutionaries never come towards us |
| By the way, if you ain’t spittin' hard truth |
| Then you ain’t spittin' shit up in our booth |
| Grande mocha civil rights leaders get a |
| Blue star mama tryin' to walk up in our shoes |
| Guerrilla Funk dot com is the website |
| Log on, get’cha head right |
| We got pro-red right scared to head to bed at night |
| Hard Truth won’t spare ya life motherfucker |
| Now when we say Guerrilla Funk |
| We don’t mean monkeys on a vine |
| We mean this as in New Orleans |
| Virginia Tech and Columbine |
| O.J. |
| Simpson, B.T.K |
| Beltway, Peterson, Jon Benet |
| The San Francisco Panther 8 |
| Our government’s hate for foreign kind |
| What is a revolution? |
| Was no love lost, was no compromise, was no negotiation, |
| I’m tellin' you you don’t know what a revolution is! |
| Because when you find out |
| what it is you’ll get out of the way. |
| You haven’t got a revolution that doesn’t |
| involve bloodshed |
| And you’re afraid to bleed, I saw it, you’re afraid to bleed |
| If it is right, for America to draft us and teach us how to be violent, |
| then it is right for you and me |
| We don’t talk about, we do it |
| Got no time to dance, it’s the movement |
| Comin' way too strong, let’s move it |
| Freedom must be won, or lose it |
| Who said freedom could never be won? |
| Who said it was the ballot or the gun? |
| Who said a group like us, couldn’t move? |
| It wasn’t me, but maybe it was you |