Listen up now we enter The District
With a chainsaw road flare biscuit
All the while tryna get off biz quick
Blood suckin' ticks and leeches
They come from certain beaches
From distant lands that you never heard
From a time zone
Where you never verb
They packin' pickled peppers
All sheep who lost their Shepard
Lion's Den
What you had for breakfast
What you had for breakfast
No pork just beans
With a sliver of this tuna
Mixed with algae from the sea
Its a little bit rotten
But what else is there to eat
What about them dead bodies
They been lying there for weeks
What about them dead bodies
Can an intelligent nigga eat
The District protects
The District destroys
The District provides
The District lives
Can you feel it?
The District is within You
Your heart
Waking up again in a different body
Thought we made it out
But we're in the lobby
Unwelcome to life back at The District
Where we are fighting a war
That is utterly senseless
They enslaved us here
And guiding our senses
Told us pledge allegiance
Kill in their interest
Pay us heaps of money
To accomplish the missions
So we forgot how to love
Guess it was too expensive
(Heaps of money to accomplish the missions
So we forgot how to love
Guess it was too expensive)
But it pays to hate
So we turn to snakes
And we lie in wait
For our friendly mistakes
We jump out of the grass
Now its ours to take
Goodness sake
We're all partly fake
And we're taught this way
But we're still to blame
See the cycle but we don't refrain
Don't campaign
As long as we're getting paid
Then we don't complain
Now that a shame
We're looking at the world
But ignore its pain
Somehow I never noticed
That we're all the same
Pure Godly spirits
With a tainted brain
Trapped in the Hell
Of this 3-D plane
Constructed by leeches
That have something to gain
From dragging human souls
Through the poisonous rain
Harnessing the negativity and disdain
We got played ENOUGH
So I'm quitting this game
And I won't be coming back
To this District, again
Waking up again
Just another zombie
Early morning feast
Eat another body
Only one per day
But you crave the taste
Now you just can't stop
Got another hobby
Walkin' on down by the seashore
Refuse to give till I see more
What's that pokin' out the seafloor
An American flag-Republican ad
Father in plaid-Mother in tow
Carriage is soaked-Solider is choked
Damn
Then he hit the button on the C4 (Click)
Just another day in The District
Where the rich stay rich
Where the poor stay poor
But the poor stay dead
Cuz the food they fed
And that food is Knowledge
But they tank of E
Your brain level on Z
Brain level not me
Your brain level TV
Basic, internet connection
The District loves Sheep
For their natural selection
The District (feat. Isreal) Video (MV)
Livid Dreamer - The District (feat. Isreal) Lyrics
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Listen up now we enter The District
With a chainsaw road flare biscuit
All the while tryna get off biz quick
Blood suckin' ticks and leeches
They come from certain beaches
From distant lands that you never heard
From a time zone
Where you never verb
They packin' pickled peppers
All sheep who lost their Shepard
Lion's Den
What you had for breakfast
What you had for breakfast
No pork just beans
With a sliver of this tuna
Mixed with algae from the sea
Its a little bit rotten
But what else is there to eat
What about them dead bodies
They been lying there for weeks
What about them dead bodies
Can an intelligent nigga eat
The District protects
The District destroys
The District provides
The District lives
Can you feel it?
The District is within You
Your heart
Waking up again in a different body
Thought we made it out
But we're in the lobby
Unwelcome to life back at The District
Where we are fighting a war
That is utterly senseless
They enslaved us here
And guiding our senses
Told us pledge allegiance
Kill in their interest
Pay us heaps of money
To accomplish the missions
So we forgot how to love
Guess it was too expensive
(Heaps of money to accomplish the missions
So we forgot how to love
Guess it was too expensive)
But it pays to hate
So we turn to snakes
And we lie in wait
For our friendly mistakes
We jump out of the grass
Now its ours to take
Goodness sake
We're all partly fake
And we're taught this way
But we're still to blame
See the cycle but we don't refrain
Don't campaign
As long as we're getting paid
Then we don't complain
Now that a shame
We're looking at the world
But ignore its pain
Somehow I never noticed
That we're all the same
Pure Godly spirits
With a tainted brain
Trapped in the Hell
Of this 3-D plane
Constructed by leeches
That have something to gain
From dragging human souls
Through the poisonous rain
Harnessing the negativity and disdain
We got played ENOUGH
So I'm quitting this game
And I won't be coming back
To this District, again
Waking up again
Just another zombie
Early morning feast
Eat another body
Only one per day
But you crave the taste
Now you just can't stop
Got another hobby
Walkin' on down by the seashore
Refuse to give till I see more
What's that pokin' out the seafloor
An American flag-Republican ad
Father in plaid-Mother in tow
Carriage is soaked-Solider is choked
Damn
Then he hit the button on the C4 (Click)
Just another day in The District
Where the rich stay rich
Where the poor stay poor
But the poor stay dead
Cuz the food they fed
And that food is Knowledge
But they tank of E
Your brain level on Z
Brain level not me
Your brain level TV
Basic, internet connection
The District loves Sheep
For their natural selection
With a chainsaw road flare biscuit
All the while tryna get off biz quick
Blood suckin' ticks and leeches
They come from certain beaches
From distant lands that you never heard
From a time zone
Where you never verb
They packin' pickled peppers
All sheep who lost their Shepard
Lion's Den
What you had for breakfast
What you had for breakfast
No pork just beans
With a sliver of this tuna
Mixed with algae from the sea
Its a little bit rotten
But what else is there to eat
What about them dead bodies
They been lying there for weeks
What about them dead bodies
Can an intelligent nigga eat
The District protects
The District destroys
The District provides
The District lives
Can you feel it?
The District is within You
Your heart
Waking up again in a different body
Thought we made it out
But we're in the lobby
Unwelcome to life back at The District
Where we are fighting a war
That is utterly senseless
They enslaved us here
And guiding our senses
Told us pledge allegiance
Kill in their interest
Pay us heaps of money
To accomplish the missions
So we forgot how to love
Guess it was too expensive
(Heaps of money to accomplish the missions
So we forgot how to love
Guess it was too expensive)
But it pays to hate
So we turn to snakes
And we lie in wait
For our friendly mistakes
We jump out of the grass
Now its ours to take
Goodness sake
We're all partly fake
And we're taught this way
But we're still to blame
See the cycle but we don't refrain
Don't campaign
As long as we're getting paid
Then we don't complain
Now that a shame
We're looking at the world
But ignore its pain
Somehow I never noticed
That we're all the same
Pure Godly spirits
With a tainted brain
Trapped in the Hell
Of this 3-D plane
Constructed by leeches
That have something to gain
From dragging human souls
Through the poisonous rain
Harnessing the negativity and disdain
We got played ENOUGH
So I'm quitting this game
And I won't be coming back
To this District, again
Waking up again
Just another zombie
Early morning feast
Eat another body
Only one per day
But you crave the taste
Now you just can't stop
Got another hobby
Walkin' on down by the seashore
Refuse to give till I see more
What's that pokin' out the seafloor
An American flag-Republican ad
Father in plaid-Mother in tow
Carriage is soaked-Solider is choked
Damn
Then he hit the button on the C4 (Click)
Just another day in The District
Where the rich stay rich
Where the poor stay poor
But the poor stay dead
Cuz the food they fed
And that food is Knowledge
But they tank of E
Your brain level on Z
Brain level not me
Your brain level TV
Basic, internet connection
The District loves Sheep
For their natural selection
Writer: Brandon Jacobs, Jyrimi Hopkins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid