More Malcolm Less Martin - CONWAY THE MACHINE, RiZ609

More Malcolm Less Martin - CONWAY THE MACHINE, RiZ609

Год
2019
Язык
`Angļu`
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More Malcolm Less Martin

CONWAY THE MACHINE, RiZ609

We are oppressed, we are exploited

We are downtrotted

We are denied not only simple rights, but even human rights

So the only way we’re gonna get some of this oppression and exploitation away

from us

Or the same from us is come together against a common enemy

Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?

Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?

Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose?

And the shape of your lips

Who taught you to hate yourself?

From the top of your head to the soles of your feet

Who taught you to hate your own kind?

Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to?

Griselda

Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X

Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther

Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger

Don’t ever question if I got the heart to shoot you

As we walk, we must make the plans that we shall arm ways

March ahead

We shall not turn back

They say the best things come from the worst shit

This all facts, this ain’t no verse shit

I done fought the state on some vs. shit

Feeling like Franklin, in day touched his first prick

First trip, I did 95 all night

Did Chuck tell the Converse Off-White?

The laser at your eyes if it’s on sight

Grace on the red with the orange stripe

When I brought the Lex' I felt like Malcolm Little

Riding down Martin Luther Boulevard

Dutch too tight, you gotta pull it hard

I’m the new black Jake Gyllenhaal

Putting your spoon on the bullet scar

Cook it raw, eye emojis, look it all

We was up all night scrambling egg whites

Atlantic city niggas gamble with your life

Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X

Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther

Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger

Don’t ever question if I got the heart to shoot you

When will you be satisfied

We will never be satisfied as long as the negro is the victim of unspeakable

horror of police brutality

They say Machine only raps about how he got shot and how he shooting niggas

That’s because I got shot and I shoot niggas

Would you rather I rap about some shit I don’t do, nigga

So I can be like one of these new niggas

This rap shit, I only respect a few niggas

Everybody else, it’s middle finger to you, nigga

Used to cheffing ghost and all my Wu niggas

Shooting cans through the shortcut and hit 2 niggas

Spikes on the Christian Lou' slippers

Any pair of these sipper

My attitude is fuck it

Russel Westbrook mixed with Boogie' cousins

Rocking the Louis bucket

Bitch on the plane with 50Ps in her luggage

The bezel on the 41 millimeter flooded

When they try my 11, I know how to mask and glove it

Machine

Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X

Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther

Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger

Don’t ever question if I got the heart to shoot you

Well, as long as it is an intelligently organized, uh

Effort that is being made, uh

The discipline involved will keep on people for acting intelligently

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