paroles de chanson Quantum Dot Tattoo - Radio Edit - Skip Dover feat. Queens Bully

Yo
Keep wearing masks like sheep, 'till there's silence of the lambs
Sacrificial, this s*** gettin' outta hand
It's not accidental, coincidental, it's well planned
I had to hit you, y'all really had me feeling mental
Now I'm just takin number 2's, and I don't need no pencils
It's all fake on the f****** news, you need to change the channel
Lay awake up in my room, stress gettin' hard to handle
Tell them p****** they make a move, they end up on the mantle
They're trying to divide us, s*** it's all connected
You can't connect that, you've got poor perspective
These people think we're stupid and they might be right
Don't question the overlords or it's nighty night
It's a small circle, they'll never let you inside it
Get in the way, and the Clintons will have you suicided
We should be worried 'bout the youth, they wanna euthanize us
When s*** get too extreme, you gotta neutralize it
I'm not here to debate, man, leave me alone
You're worshiping satan worshipers harvesting Adrenochrome
Operation Mockingbird might concoct a purge
I know you think it is, but it is not absurd, watch your words

It's lethal but it's legal, got it in the open
(Man, I wish they would try and take this s*** from me)
I'll leave you f****** see-through, now you're really ghostin'
(Bye bye, tell your mama I'm sorry)
I didn't cry long, picked up the Krylon
(Spray this whole s*** up)
Click, clack, get back

A lot of people sell their soul, never made a sale
Be careful with the truth, they never take it well
Beta males, they love gossip, they love to talk s***
I don't got Kung Flu, I smoke gas, that's why I coughed b****
My better judgement says they force it through the faucet
Everybody cryin' and hiding, I swear we lost it
Quarantine started, I copped 10 P's and offed it
Never bought a thing 'cause your pockets empty? Aw s***
You could get whacked dead or you're running for your life
And I ain't no crackhead, but I'm a Hunter with this pipe
You was black then, you voted for Trump, now you're white
But the fact is this is America, do what you like
I hate when artists get political, but this is critical
Criminal tactics, they're just flippin' it backwards
Give you theatrics and split us in factions
Start attacking each other like it's our passion, and predict our reactions

It's lethal but it's legal, got it in the open
(Man, if you don't got one, you better get one right now)
I'll leave you f****** see-through, now you're really ghostin'
(It's gon' start looking like The Walking Dead out here)
I didn't cry long, picked up the Krylon
(They gon' know my name before I go)
Click, clack, get back