Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opioid Crisis, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Soul on Ice 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Opioid Crisis |
Fuck you know about a plug nigga? |
You don’t own no airplanes nigga |
No submarines |
How the fuck it’s our fault? |
At Max’s eating a philly (Uh), alt-right tried to kill me (Uh) |
Dropped my cheesesteak and grabbed the MAC semi |
Scuffling, shot a Republican in the face with it |
Only the second time I’ve seen an eagle kill a patriot (Woo) |
That’s a Brady fumble, let me slay you double |
Cath a L, then another, let the ladies love you |
Rappers lazy paying baby dues to vaguely mumble |
I’m from a stronger breed, victims of the 80's struggle |
Crack cocaine decimated poor neighborhoods |
Politicians attacked us for the «greater good» |
The War on Crime, got more people in prison |
Than living in Wyoming and South Dakota combined |
Society blind, or willfully ignorant |
Ain’t no moral high ground when you’re killing your citizens |
Yo (Uh), the hood got locked for rock |
The 'burbs sniffed powder and got a slap on the wrist from cops |
Stop, frisk, stand your ground |
Had bitches boostin' in Beverly Hills when Whitney Houston drowned |
Vilified, then Tom Petty died, they ain’t like that |
The irony is, they don’t like facts |
Black drug addiction, we get jailed for our vices |
They cry for treatment when it happened to the white kids |
War on drugs or opioid crisis? |
Big Pharm' kills more Americans than ISIS (Uh) |
The FDA is El Chapo, they the drug dealers |
Drug stores on very block yo |
Walmart, Rite Aid, Walgreens, Duane Reade |
Heroin in your mainstream |
Then The Purple One OD’d |
I went from the revolution to sitting in the nosebleeds |
Youngsters try to insinuate you’re washed up they call you OG |
Nope, I’m just the homie |
You in the trap, I’m the best lil' nigga |
Wash your dirty fucking mouth out with zest, lil' nigga |
And Lil' Peep got depressed, deceased his flesh |
So how is it legal to sell a drug with a million side effects, including death |
'Cause the same condition it supposed to treat |
No cures, they sell temporary pain relief |
Big pharmaceutical companies supply the 'burbs |
'Cause all the pills in West Virginia made by Heisenberg |
Republicans blame Mexico, visit New Hampshire, where the Mexicans? |
I asked Alexis, them |
«How do I make heroin out of Dexatrim and Fentanyl?» |
Y’all catchin' Zs when I spit at y’all |
I should be in Forbes for all the illest bars |
Time to join the racket, no tennis ball |
It ain’t the Mexican cartel, ain’t the black folk |
'Cause the real plug wearing white lab coats |
Black drug addiction, we get jailed for our vices |
They cry for treatment when it happened to the white kids |
War on drugs or opioid crisis? |
Big Pharm' kills more Americans than ISIS (Uh) |
The FDA is El Chapo, they the drug dealers |
Drug stores one very block yo |
Walmart, Rite Aid, Walgreens, Duane Reade |
Heroin in your mainstream |
Critically acclaimed, commercially banned, no American fans |
But skills still matter to my niggas in France, so |
Never the hater, you just cannot rap |
I’ll kill half y’all niggas off like a Thanos snap |
White chalk, even on my off night |
I create more yellow tape than Off-White |
My vow to excellence made life lonelier |
'Cause the strip clubs is crowded with the phony ones |
Not holier than thou (Thou), but I was born in California |
City of the Angels where they bleach us with ammonia |
Claiming it’s vitiligo, I can’t abide |
Put a drink on my tab then bounced, Irish goodbye |
Hate to admit that I cried, my heart died |
Right and wrong, no shades of gray, apartheid |
Silly to think a gypsy would uplift me |
Shouldn’t expect empathy when they soul is empty |
Depressed, lost my will to live |
Like I’m defeated, get me the fuck outta here |
Probably oughtta let God take the steering wheel |
Or sleep the next 10 years in the pen, thanks to Seroquel |
Excuse me while I disappear |
Few before him and even fewer after |
So eloquently voice the social concerns |
I’m spitting bars my G, 'til I R.I.P |
Ask No I.D., I’ma shine like the star I be |
Not lookin' down on the ground in Hollywood |
I be in the hood, stronger despite what this industry did to me |
10 years of litigation, that liar Wendy G |
Sometimes the insult is the favor, thank you my frenemies |
I’m lovin' it, we need more women up in the government |
Support the #MeToo movement, but I’m discoverin' |
Acknowledges, self-admitted misogynist |
The problem is with feminism it’s corrupted, mister-sogynist |
Asia Argento claimed her career was destroyed |
Then turned around & diddled a young boy |
Paid 400 Grand in hush money |
That’s slush fund honey, cost 18 years just to bust one dummy |
Mutual when they laid down, unilateral when she pregnant |
Then he inherit it, got to take care of it, listen |
Find a sperm bank, trapping cats is so wrong |
One said it helped her beat her dependency on Oxycodone |
I know one in mourning trying to replace her own Mom |
Traded a life for a life, can’t make a strong bond |
Thin line between a flirt and assault |
Equal protection and sex, there’s a flaw in the law |
'Cause you should go to prison if you rape her in her sleep |
And it’s not consensual, so what if she do the same to me? |
And claim it’s meant to be |
He wanna abort, she disappear for a year, then she take him to court |
You stole his bloodline without his permission |
So he resent the fact that they living |
So no one’s forgiven, decisions, decisions |
Got off the Autobahn, ausfahrt, German for «exit» |
Sounds like ass fart, when air comes out from where you shit |
Heavy, brain food like Doc Sebi |
They crucify the prophets 'cause the information’s deadly |
So I put it in a medley, 'til the resurrection’s ready |
Y’all was crashing Grammy parties |
I was writin' my magnum opus |
Not the dopest, you the most opioid addicted |
Fans focused on the hocus pocus |
KFC drive-thru, Big Bird, you been served |
You got famous lettin' Devil’s call you the n-word (Nigga) |
I’m ruthless, drain all the joy out of Lucas |
'Til he madder Lucas, or a sadder Lucas |
I’m George Lucas, Star Wars with the bars, Lucas |
Poison gas shootin' like Vladimir Putin |
First album ended with me in the booth getting smoked |
This time I want to leave you with hope, shalom |