They bout to make me bust that thirty three out of the cabinet
Clock it back, and make it snap, then I start busting out the tactics
Any way you shoot or stab it, they just pussies with some badges
I'm climbing out the TV static with my loaded automatic
Now's the time you catch them lackin' on they shit
Plan the hits, f*ck that doomer shit, go grab you a blick
F*ck the law, skin they asses raw, you ain't got no job
No fear of loss, turn that shit into violence, chop off the top
I'll pop off the top, bankers and lobs, existence is capital lost
So you make the tanks, you make the bombs, you paint the children red on the wall
You got the money, you got the gall, you got audacity to make us
Pay for it all, I'll beat in the blue, until kingdom come, I'm burning the message in you
Aye
You f*ckers picked the wrong day
To mess with the Gz that wanna die anyways
Aye
I'm collecting the f*ckin tax I paid
I want it back, don't waste my stacks on power games
And I don't see a man in that room that ain't just a hate crime in a suite
So while I'm breaking out this guillotine, better make sure those cuffs ain't loose
Mo'f*cka I got that facelift for that empty spot where your brain is supposed to sit
F*ck all that patience, I wanna speak about they asses in past tense
Tyrant skulls hang from my mantle
I drank the finest wine they had
I went and pissed on ben
Doubled back to just go shit on vlad
Now they got the wage slaves mad
They good with guns and mask
When punk ass pigs start feeling lucky
Bitch, It's gon' get ugly
We gon' make yo life shitty
We gon' make yo life shitty
We gon' make yo life shitty
They got us face down, bent down, swallowed up the dirt
We ain't gonna take that shit, we hit em where it f*ckin hurts
I don't need no stankin' dollars, to prove to you my worth
Lemme ask you for a second which one you think is worse
The man who bows down like a dog
Or the man rips a bleeding chunk from the hogs
The man who constantly begs for praise and applause
Or the man who brings the heat when the tyrants pop off
Standing on business that they can't contain
Old yuppies are getting comfy need a bullet to the brain
F*ck a glock, just for the ops, I want a f*ckin' tank
Revolution is built on the most expensive bloodstain
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They bout to make me bust that thirty three out of the cabinet
Clock it back, and make it snap, then I start busting out the tactics
Any way you shoot or stab it, they just pussies with some badges
I'm climbing out the TV static with my loaded automatic
Now's the time you catch them lackin' on they shit
Plan the hits, f*ck that doomer shit, go grab you a blick
F*ck the law, skin they asses raw, you ain't got no job
No fear of loss, turn that shit into violence, chop off the top
I'll pop off the top, bankers and lobs, existence is capital lost
So you make the tanks, you make the bombs, you paint the children red on the wall
You got the money, you got the gall, you got audacity to make us
Pay for it all, I'll beat in the blue, until kingdom come, I'm burning the message in you
Aye
You f*ckers picked the wrong day
To mess with the Gz that wanna die anyways
Aye
I'm collecting the f*ckin tax I paid
I want it back, don't waste my stacks on power games
And I don't see a man in that room that ain't just a hate crime in a suite
So while I'm breaking out this guillotine, better make sure those cuffs ain't loose
Mo'f*cka I got that facelift for that empty spot where your brain is supposed to sit
F*ck all that patience, I wanna speak about they asses in past tense
Tyrant skulls hang from my mantle
I drank the finest wine they had
I went and pissed on ben
Doubled back to just go shit on vlad
Now they got the wage slaves mad
They good with guns and mask
When punk ass pigs start feeling lucky
Bitch, It's gon' get ugly
We gon' make yo life shitty
We gon' make yo life shitty
We gon' make yo life shitty
They got us face down, bent down, swallowed up the dirt
We ain't gonna take that shit, we hit em where it f*ckin hurts
I don't need no stankin' dollars, to prove to you my worth
Lemme ask you for a second which one you think is worse
The man who bows down like a dog
Or the man rips a bleeding chunk from the hogs
The man who constantly begs for praise and applause
Or the man who brings the heat when the tyrants pop off
Standing on business that they can't contain
Old yuppies are getting comfy need a bullet to the brain
F*ck a glock, just for the ops, I want a f*ckin' tank
Revolution is built on the most expensive bloodstain
Clock it back, and make it snap, then I start busting out the tactics
Any way you shoot or stab it, they just pussies with some badges
I'm climbing out the TV static with my loaded automatic
Now's the time you catch them lackin' on they shit
Plan the hits, f*ck that doomer shit, go grab you a blick
F*ck the law, skin they asses raw, you ain't got no job
No fear of loss, turn that shit into violence, chop off the top
I'll pop off the top, bankers and lobs, existence is capital lost
So you make the tanks, you make the bombs, you paint the children red on the wall
You got the money, you got the gall, you got audacity to make us
Pay for it all, I'll beat in the blue, until kingdom come, I'm burning the message in you
Aye
You f*ckers picked the wrong day
To mess with the Gz that wanna die anyways
Aye
I'm collecting the f*ckin tax I paid
I want it back, don't waste my stacks on power games
And I don't see a man in that room that ain't just a hate crime in a suite
So while I'm breaking out this guillotine, better make sure those cuffs ain't loose
Mo'f*cka I got that facelift for that empty spot where your brain is supposed to sit
F*ck all that patience, I wanna speak about they asses in past tense
Tyrant skulls hang from my mantle
I drank the finest wine they had
I went and pissed on ben
Doubled back to just go shit on vlad
Now they got the wage slaves mad
They good with guns and mask
When punk ass pigs start feeling lucky
Bitch, It's gon' get ugly
We gon' make yo life shitty
We gon' make yo life shitty
We gon' make yo life shitty
They got us face down, bent down, swallowed up the dirt
We ain't gonna take that shit, we hit em where it f*ckin hurts
I don't need no stankin' dollars, to prove to you my worth
Lemme ask you for a second which one you think is worse
The man who bows down like a dog
Or the man rips a bleeding chunk from the hogs
The man who constantly begs for praise and applause
Or the man who brings the heat when the tyrants pop off
Standing on business that they can't contain
Old yuppies are getting comfy need a bullet to the brain
F*ck a glock, just for the ops, I want a f*ckin' tank
Revolution is built on the most expensive bloodstain
Writer: Akili McMackin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid