Skipp Coon lyrics : "4 28 1967 Pt. 1"
or built felons schools or prisons from my children
So see I ain't got a quarrel with them
and as a christian I do not squabble with skin
But the system that oppresses me is lead by them
and them spirits that I be beefin' with embodied in them
So see I shall sin less of them to alleviate
the oppression that's spread by them
This is my wheat I won't be bakin' bread for them
and God is my God so I shall not bow to them
Or write my song if there is something to be said to them
'cause in the end even Satan knows that God gone win
My enemy's enemy my friend
for the love of my kin never shall I sin
We got plenty males what we need is more men
and dough? ain't got to let me out I'm ridin'
If he is not goin' then I'm drivin'
middle finger to Sarah John Barry and Biden
I'm ridin' middle finger to Sarah John Barry and Biden
[PyInfamous]
I'm intrigued by the leaves that fall around fall
makes me think of y'all I'm all around more of
So the tree is the cause because I am all I can be
when I listen to the roots records
Dynamite every night with a Jew rapport
we keep the cash in the fam' reuse the port
Ship out the mentality that they gave to slave ship
being the reality blank page and gauge
I write what I like you can't say amazing grace is sufficient it isn't you can't save them
out here who don't want to be saved so I bought a couple shovels let them dig they own grave
Yo you can rant and rave while I plan a pave enhance the hands the plan for the panther plate
we sick with the twist of the wrist that they call the kill shot I call the will not lose
I ain't tryin' fill Pacs shoes I have sweated in the shop
I have built my two size twelves to walk through my hell
I hail from the last that will be first the verse will prevail
from the corner to the church I connected the verse
In the first degree work the beat till she turn tricks on the path
craft to make math for the kids on the ave they have to break fast
Hungry for the images they mind won't remember when blindness won't kill them
they been guided to rivers of Styx doin' stick ups and runnin' through chicks
Cory Booker ran for office I am runnin' for picks in the ground
so the laughs that I have the last when
We talk slow but think quick don't try to pull a fast one
we talk slow but think quick don't try to pull a fast one
[Melaphyre]
I wade in the water I walk through the willows
transmit the sonically peircin' the illows
Push phonics like kilos held within the folds
drapes streets necessarily hardest the trials a joke
Bang like wars for Gaza Chicano so he ain't that chucklebasa?
like this is for La Razza
Prep the platoons held captive in the caverns and cocoons
controlled by the gangs and the goons
Go and tell the communes muse move bricks and balloons
now babies goin' boy up in the womb
That flumes is smellins in his head like some venison
high up on that white horse like Pegasus and Kennison
You can send a village that they poison and pillage
the one who bears the cross gets nailed like acrylic
See the Christ like a killer game or gorilla criminal
or conscious only time will reveal us... Yah
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