Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Urban Gorillas , by - Sabac. Song from the album Sabacolypse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.10.2010
Record label: Psycho + Logical
Song language: English
Urban Gorillas |
| Up in the caravan with Taliban who cock the fifth |
| Bush ran from a war and straight ducked that |
| Bush wanna send me to war? |
| I say fuck that |
| We war and buck back with the cannon or knife |
| Cause Vinnie Paz ain’t have a problem with Iran in his life |
| And I ain’t got a problem stabbing up your man with a spike |
| But I got a problem murdering a man and his wife |
| For some land that I ain’t never even stand in my life |
| For a man who couldn’t tell you what abandonment’s like |
| Been scammed all my life from Reaganomics to the crack war |
| And y’all are wondering what we run around with gats for |
| All I ask for is a good night’s sleep |
| So I pray to Allah hoping that the hood might eat |
| Each one teaches ones but the hood like beef |
| But I’m a hypocrite daddy so I pull my heat |
| We fighting a war in the jungle of the ghetto |
| Your life will be gone once we hurt you with the metal |
| We blast at the system, bang for the streets |
| Urban gorillas mutherfuckers hanging the beast |
| We fighting a war in the jungle of the ghetto |
| Your life will be gone once we hurt you with the metal |
| We blast at the system, bang for the streets |
| Urban gorillas mutherfuckers hanging the beast |
| We urban gorillas on the move like John Africa |
| We the masses that practice tactics right out of Attica |
| We blast at you, catch you for hostage, torture demons |
| For all the bleeding we must have war before freedom |
| Y’all fiending and loathing hopes to reach an atonement |
| We’ll have peace in a moment after we beat our opponents |
| We jonesing like Jonestown Massacre, the White Knight |
| Forcing suicides spike your soft drinks with cyanide |
| Call it payback for what you made and inflicted |
| We live in a world being lead by racists and bigots |
| We stripped the land from the natives and chose to call them Americans |
| Then claimed it as ours as if they forfeit inheritance |
| It’s evident intelligence and weapons become medicine |
| We’ll overthrow the devils in power and move ahead of them |
| We veterans from poverty, we rocking the streets |
| Freedom and equality come when we conquer the beast |
| With the right to bear arms I’m excited to throw one |
| Q the urban gorilla, Brooklyn’s Mighty Joe Young |
| That faces the firing squad that’ll spit on three |
| Screaming till my death, «King Kong ain’t got shit on me.» |
| I beat on my chest with the game of a Silverback |
| I don’t fire warning shots, take aim with a killer gat |
| Them peace talks and rallies will get so far |
| Fight the most powerful imperialists in the name of Elizam Escobar |
| Guerrilla warfare training camps in the projects |
| ? |
| climb the staircase till your heart rate progress |
| I spit possessed by the soul of Albizu |
| Lead rips through your chest till the welfare let go of my people |
| I was raised in the Bronx, Congo jungle |
| Where the Ball Busters and Zulus locked in a mondo rumble |
| And you could lose your gold over a Bronco fumble |
| And the CIA faggots interrogate your sidekick until your Tonto crumbles |