Текст песни




Prince Po, Obi Khan
Hah, Alphamatrix
Real hip hop shit, what?
A masterpiece of mastery
I learned a long time ago to master a rich man's economy
With police clockin' me, 24/7 watchin' me
Placed in the prison pipeline to sit and do time
Place shackles on my mind, rewind back to the time
When three-fifths of man is how it's defined
I can't lie, the hate of a nation got me strapped
Dissin' Mortal Kombat, creatе stacks for NASDAQ
Strong-arm hijack, makе your vertebrae snap
Eliminate the water traps, eliminate the waste, yeah
Woke up this morning, got me a strap
Slid the chamber back, then pop some Prozac
Got me sedated, heavily medicated
To keep you from the savages, your community is gated
To keep you blind to the truth, you're fed hatred
Through TV stations and social media affiliations, yeah
Flying high in the friendly skies
Without ever leaving ground
Flying high in the friendly skies
Without ever leaving ground
From an extended extension on the other side of the sun
Rubbish and rampant pretension, undermining the slum
Your man implanted dimensions, Sublime lining the drum
Commander brand of ascension, rise, the time has come
Born with great aim, sworn to take a hand
Correlate pain, coordinate a stand
The mind sport hate game, fornicating the land
Orchestrate bang, incorporate this brand
I'm prudent, coolin', Ice Bears is the movement
720 Gazelle fit, Stella money, platoons fit
Drip two nice flares, Tony touch exclusive
Melacon discuss whip, forever gully baboon shit
In my feelings 'cause cops is killin' children
Charges got dropped before bullets hit up the building
Injustice is damned, change is comin'
Prince Po, Kaliko bless the land, we comin'
Flying high in the friendly skies
Without ever leaving ground
Flying high in the friendly skies
Without ever leaving ground



Авторы: Nicholas Michael Hill, Glenn Herweijer, Ben Sumner


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