Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Evil, artist - Paris. Album song Sonic Jihad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Evil |
It’s a Guerrilla Funk-orchestrated counterattack |
Formulate and infiltrate 'em so the people react |
See if I was wicked I would pick and stick to a plan |
To rule the world and trick 'em, this is how it’d began |
See I’d have to find a way to keep the people enslaved |
Behave, teach the babies it’s my way or the grave |
And start with the body, workin' labor for free |
And give 'em fake religion so they worshippin' me |
And see and when the free labor play out, I’d let it go |
But only after I made enough to control |
Then I’d tell 'em that the afterlife is better than this |
And that they should love their enemies when faced with contempt |
I’d persist with some history that I would rewrite |
In a school system where I’d keep the money too tight |
I’d let 'em all know just where they belong in my world |
Turn the boys into felons, makin' hookers of girls |
Swirled up in my plan, build jails to keep |
All my prisons full of niggas, have 'em workin' for free |
See with ghetto-economics in check, I’d keep 'em broke |
Teach 'em only to respect sports, music and dope |
Control the content of lyrics, now only the sound |
Of sex, dope and murder in a song is allowed |
Tell 'em «Niggas ain’t shit» every move that they make |
And that black is dirty so they never try to be great |
Can you relate? |
I’d laugh, watch 'em murder for scraps |
Set it up so they’d die over crack I provide |
Do it right, and I’d see they try to be like me |
Try to be the biggest G up in these murderous streets |
I’d teach, manhood means how many women ya fuck |
How many babies you can make, responsibility ducked |
Fuck a job, real men are pimps, that’s what I’d teach |
And if bitches wanna trip, then them bitches get beat |
I’d see it all through, never lose and pass a new law |
Give 'em 3 strikes so the men are constantly gone |
Yeah, if I was evil they would think I do no wrong |
See it’s lethal how I keep 'em in their place so long, believe |
I got my eyes upon you, and all the things that you do |
Some close they eyes but mine can see, all the evil surroundin' me |
So what I’m 'posed ta do, when I can see right through? |
Expose the lies and snatch the sheets, fight the evil surroundin' me |
After all is said and done here and I could afford |
I’d concentrate deeply on controllin' abroad |
And think about a way to take control of they land |
I’d create a virus made to murder people en masse |
Last time was Tuskegee, but now it’s for real |
House Bill 15 090 would just kill |
With germs that would murder with sperm and blood drips |
And kill 'em all worser than burned, they’d die quick |
See to understand, you could witness the plan |
Through the green-monkey sham they would think it began |
And while we argue over the cost, they’d all die |
With generations all being lost with no fight |
I’d continue with the pain, make it oh so plain |
I’d manipulate the market for my capital gain |
Keep the people all broke and confused and underclassed |
Give my homies all executive bonuses through the crash |
And if the heat get too hot, I’d plant a bomb |
Or wreck a plane, just like Hitler back in the day |
And scare all the people, they’d forget about me |
They’d forget about elections and the way that we cheated |
See me blame it on a foreigner and non-white men |
Celebrate my gestapo with a positive spin |
Then manipulate the media — it’s U.S. first |
Get the stupid-ass public to agree with my words |
Then I’d make the play, takin' all their freedoms away |
Incarcerate anybody that’ll get in my way |
Make 'em censor any media that challenge the mold |
Give 'em bullshitty shows just like Anna Nicole’s |
Control the message in the music, it’s gangsta fo' sho |
Give 'em diamonds, never tell 'em 'bout the conflict zones |
Never tell 'em 'bout the murder in Sierra Leone |
Never tell 'em how the diamonds make 'em murder their own |
It’s all too easy, if I was evil that’s how I’d rock it |
Make sure that my propaganda won’t ever stop it |
Got 120 channels, but it’s nothin' to watch |
Now 11:55 be the time on the clock, believe |