Star Fucking Hipsters - 9/11 'til Infinity | Текст песни

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The system, the victims, the death so arbitrary
The wealth lies deceitful religious hands that carry
The crimes of the guilty, the coldest calculation
No freedom, no disco for sovereign foreign nations

[Boots Riley]
A pistol, a plan, a list of demands
I hold onto shit my fist understands
Lifted again, a fifth's in my hand
Liquid to land for those ditched in the sand
I'm socialistic, they so sadistic
Flashing off they ring, don't go and kiss it
Flashin' on our green when dough is minted
Police after me, please know I sprinted
Now dope is blended, it transported, vended
Our notes, they spent it, we can't vote and end it
'til folks have risen, there's no decision
We make the motor move, they chauffer driven
Right now we can't shine right, like a broken prism
I figured out the 14th is a broke amendment
Take this to the office, tell 'em "up the offers"
Cut us in on the profits or we suspend it

[Stza]
It's a mark of the feds that all left us for dead
Put a bullet in your body and another in your head
They come up with excuses for all their abuses
Cover up their corruption like they hide all your bruises
Homogeny's a sign that you're doing something wrong
So if you're banking on my misery, you best move along
While you're counting on your stack, we'll be on the attack
When it's boots from the coup with the stza of crack
From the police state that macrocosm of hate
To the kids yelling "peace" in the belly of the beast
Broken mirrors in their eyes, hella blood on their breath
Cuz they're praying to the bank and they're banking on your death
Deception and doom we're all taught to consume
The ghetto breeds revolt with a strong sense of doom
Explosions at the airport pack a message and a boom
9/11 'til infinity from the dumpster to the mother-fucking tomb

The system, the victims, the death so arbitrary
The wealth lies deceitful religious hands that carry
The crimes of the guilty, the coldest calculation
No freedom, no disco for sovereign foreign nations

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