Rap game Will Toledo, better than the Beatles
PK on your screen just call me kino
Filipino
We know we know, he says he goes off
But xenophobes froth, get kicked in their teethholes
You zeros
Bitch I'll sweep your whole board cause I'm bored
Turn stockings to swords when rappers feel like heroes, shit
Burn cities like Nero do it for the people
While all you keyboard warriors stare right through a peephole
Sitting regal
No kings, no crowns, stay still, sit down
Some f*ckers don't know how to stop being a clown
Throw in the towel
F*ck with the sound
Blow the bass out and take a case out
If a pig shows their face out, show 'em the gates out
Or take a fist to 'em and throw 'em out with black eyes, peace
F*ck a landlord, lease
Throw your hands up, please
Throw your hands up, please
Born on the internet
Millennium of winners
Get the liquor and a rag
Cause we ain't drinking with the quitters yet
Shellboy peddle flame
I'm spitting game I'll let it simmer
Stay away don't burn your hand
Your little thumbs won't take to Twitter
Let 'em know
2K0 3K Fax Gang
Glacierbaby melt it down
Sweat it out, handstand
Killer, man, kilogram
Kill a man, stimulant
Give a hand, no sinners
No saints, give a damn
Say it loud fam
POC and proud fam
All my gay, les, bi, trans coming out fam
No we ain't just cloud rap
Shooting for Pluto just call it space trap
The top wants you to be another pay stat
Tell us where the blaze at
Don't sell us a cell and a haystack
We the strays, try to quell us and we'll slay back
Disobey class
Cops and politicians need to take a grey axe
We want freedom for the masses need it asap
Pork barrel spent to keep our voices in peril
The barons change the channel, give senators time to prattle
It's a joke, but it's on us
They say that terrorists are all among us
The young will confront you, just try to stop us
We're the ones
They try to convince us that we are not one
While guns are in the slums
They've been numbed to sounds of batons
Don't succumb, find energy
Wealthy will feel the lethargy
So every single one of us should snap out of our reveries
Brother John Brother John where you at
Why you gone where you stand
Are you a cop, catch these hands
Are you a lawmaker, god-player, nation-traitor, shut up
Play savior of the people til everyone knows you're corrupt
You fakers f*cked in the head
The world is on fire and you're all ducking or fled
Nobody's bucking the trends
Go suck on this end
Bend over to the ones that you tend to
It's not us but we're the ones you pretend to
In the end it's us you're betraying
Our lives you've been slaying
You're the ones that keep on wasting all the taxes we're paying
The people you're baiting while disregarding laws that you're breaking
You made them yet no consequences you're facing
F*ck you
F*ck your cronies
F*ck the police
F*ck you holier-than-thou f*cking idiots that think that we ain't watching f*cking closely
F*ck your system
F*ck tradition
F*ck your visions
F*ck your distance from the people you pass off as f*cking wisdom
You threaten to kill us while you all sit in your villas
Convinced manila's a trap like the tactics of all the f*cking American-killers
The pigs that leave stains on all of our nations
You're all so complacent
I hope you love the red that you're painting
There's blood on your hands
Bones on your land
Fifty f*cking miles away from where the line's in the sand
I hope you know where you stand
Right on the wrong side of history
Killing people just for their ethnicity
F*ck
Fax Gang - Cells Lyrics
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Rap game Will Toledo, better than the Beatles
PK on your screen just call me kino
Filipino
We know we know, he says he goes off
But xenophobes froth, get kicked in their teethholes
You zeros
Bitch I'll sweep your whole board cause I'm bored
Turn stockings to swords when rappers feel like heroes, shit
Burn cities like Nero do it for the people
While all you keyboard warriors stare right through a peephole
Sitting regal
No kings, no crowns, stay still, sit down
Some f*ckers don't know how to stop being a clown
Throw in the towel
F*ck with the sound
Blow the bass out and take a case out
If a pig shows their face out, show 'em the gates out
Or take a fist to 'em and throw 'em out with black eyes, peace
F*ck a landlord, lease
Throw your hands up, please
Throw your hands up, please
Born on the internet
Millennium of winners
Get the liquor and a rag
Cause we ain't drinking with the quitters yet
Shellboy peddle flame
I'm spitting game I'll let it simmer
Stay away don't burn your hand
Your little thumbs won't take to Twitter
Let 'em know
2K0 3K Fax Gang
Glacierbaby melt it down
Sweat it out, handstand
Killer, man, kilogram
Kill a man, stimulant
Give a hand, no sinners
No saints, give a damn
Say it loud fam
POC and proud fam
All my gay, les, bi, trans coming out fam
No we ain't just cloud rap
Shooting for Pluto just call it space trap
The top wants you to be another pay stat
Tell us where the blaze at
Don't sell us a cell and a haystack
We the strays, try to quell us and we'll slay back
Disobey class
Cops and politicians need to take a grey axe
We want freedom for the masses need it asap
Pork barrel spent to keep our voices in peril
The barons change the channel, give senators time to prattle
It's a joke, but it's on us
They say that terrorists are all among us
The young will confront you, just try to stop us
We're the ones
They try to convince us that we are not one
While guns are in the slums
They've been numbed to sounds of batons
Don't succumb, find energy
Wealthy will feel the lethargy
So every single one of us should snap out of our reveries
Brother John Brother John where you at
Why you gone where you stand
Are you a cop, catch these hands
Are you a lawmaker, god-player, nation-traitor, shut up
Play savior of the people til everyone knows you're corrupt
You fakers f*cked in the head
The world is on fire and you're all ducking or fled
Nobody's bucking the trends
Go suck on this end
Bend over to the ones that you tend to
It's not us but we're the ones you pretend to
In the end it's us you're betraying
Our lives you've been slaying
You're the ones that keep on wasting all the taxes we're paying
The people you're baiting while disregarding laws that you're breaking
You made them yet no consequences you're facing
F*ck you
F*ck your cronies
F*ck the police
F*ck you holier-than-thou f*cking idiots that think that we ain't watching f*cking closely
F*ck your system
F*ck tradition
F*ck your visions
F*ck your distance from the people you pass off as f*cking wisdom
You threaten to kill us while you all sit in your villas
Convinced manila's a trap like the tactics of all the f*cking American-killers
The pigs that leave stains on all of our nations
You're all so complacent
I hope you love the red that you're painting
There's blood on your hands
Bones on your land
Fifty f*cking miles away from where the line's in the sand
I hope you know where you stand
Right on the wrong side of history
Killing people just for their ethnicity
F*ck
PK on your screen just call me kino
Filipino
We know we know, he says he goes off
But xenophobes froth, get kicked in their teethholes
You zeros
Bitch I'll sweep your whole board cause I'm bored
Turn stockings to swords when rappers feel like heroes, shit
Burn cities like Nero do it for the people
While all you keyboard warriors stare right through a peephole
Sitting regal
No kings, no crowns, stay still, sit down
Some f*ckers don't know how to stop being a clown
Throw in the towel
F*ck with the sound
Blow the bass out and take a case out
If a pig shows their face out, show 'em the gates out
Or take a fist to 'em and throw 'em out with black eyes, peace
F*ck a landlord, lease
Throw your hands up, please
Throw your hands up, please
Born on the internet
Millennium of winners
Get the liquor and a rag
Cause we ain't drinking with the quitters yet
Shellboy peddle flame
I'm spitting game I'll let it simmer
Stay away don't burn your hand
Your little thumbs won't take to Twitter
Let 'em know
2K0 3K Fax Gang
Glacierbaby melt it down
Sweat it out, handstand
Killer, man, kilogram
Kill a man, stimulant
Give a hand, no sinners
No saints, give a damn
Say it loud fam
POC and proud fam
All my gay, les, bi, trans coming out fam
No we ain't just cloud rap
Shooting for Pluto just call it space trap
The top wants you to be another pay stat
Tell us where the blaze at
Don't sell us a cell and a haystack
We the strays, try to quell us and we'll slay back
Disobey class
Cops and politicians need to take a grey axe
We want freedom for the masses need it asap
Pork barrel spent to keep our voices in peril
The barons change the channel, give senators time to prattle
It's a joke, but it's on us
They say that terrorists are all among us
The young will confront you, just try to stop us
We're the ones
They try to convince us that we are not one
While guns are in the slums
They've been numbed to sounds of batons
Don't succumb, find energy
Wealthy will feel the lethargy
So every single one of us should snap out of our reveries
Brother John Brother John where you at
Why you gone where you stand
Are you a cop, catch these hands
Are you a lawmaker, god-player, nation-traitor, shut up
Play savior of the people til everyone knows you're corrupt
You fakers f*cked in the head
The world is on fire and you're all ducking or fled
Nobody's bucking the trends
Go suck on this end
Bend over to the ones that you tend to
It's not us but we're the ones you pretend to
In the end it's us you're betraying
Our lives you've been slaying
You're the ones that keep on wasting all the taxes we're paying
The people you're baiting while disregarding laws that you're breaking
You made them yet no consequences you're facing
F*ck you
F*ck your cronies
F*ck the police
F*ck you holier-than-thou f*cking idiots that think that we ain't watching f*cking closely
F*ck your system
F*ck tradition
F*ck your visions
F*ck your distance from the people you pass off as f*cking wisdom
You threaten to kill us while you all sit in your villas
Convinced manila's a trap like the tactics of all the f*cking American-killers
The pigs that leave stains on all of our nations
You're all so complacent
I hope you love the red that you're painting
There's blood on your hands
Bones on your land
Fifty f*cking miles away from where the line's in the sand
I hope you know where you stand
Right on the wrong side of history
Killing people just for their ethnicity
F*ck
Writer: Antonio Mercado
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid