#INSTRUMENTS OF DESTRUCTION N.R.G. FREE#

See, more people nowadays are just pussies. the black people? - I have an advantage? Why? 'Cause I'm white? (laughs) What? (laughs) No. 'So, they feel that the police are discriminating against the. If a cop pulls you over, it's your fault if you run' The bitches and the hoes and the gangs and the thugsĮven the protest outside, so sad, and so dumb 'Cause you get it, all that negative stuff it isn't cool' You're the only hip-hop that I let my kids listen to That's so cool, look what you're accomplishingĮven an old mom like me likes it, 'cause it's positive My son told his whole class he was actually proud Their aunt is gay, when that song came out I'm not kidding, my oldest, you even got him to go thriftingĪnd 'One Love,' oh my God, that song, brilliant She's always singing, 'I'm gonna pop some tags' 'Pssst, I totally get it, you're by yourselfĪnd the last thing you wanna do is take a picture What's the intention? What's the intention? Is this about you, well, then what's your intention? That's probably why you are out here protestingĭon't think for a second you don't have incentive Want people to like you, want to be accepted You speak about equality, but do you really mean it?Īre you marching for freedom, or when it's convenient? You said publicly, 'Rest in peace, Mike Brown' Get on Twitter, hashtag, and seem like you're downīut they see through it all, people believe you now? You can join the march, protest, scream and shout It's all stolen, anyway, can't you see that now?

Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with your big-ass house Of the watered-down, pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal That Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard Your brand of hip-hop, it's so fascist and backwards

You've taken the drums and the accent you rapped in You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azaleaįake and so plastic, you've heisted the magic The culture was never yours to make better The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with You've exploited and stolen the music, the moment Why the fuck would you do that? - (What are you doing here?) - You always react. ('Black Lives Matter, Black Lives Matter, Black Lives Matter, Black Lives Matter.') - You should not have done that. Culture Vulture! - ('Black Lives Matter,' say it.) - Wow. 'Probably shouldn't be here, you have white supremacy, don't fuckin' come here. 'Oh, what are you doing Ben? What are you doing here?' There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

#INSTRUMENTS OF DESTRUCTION N.R.G. FREE#

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free Takes another child's life on sight, bam!īlood in the streets, no justice, no peace In case somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out of the 9 Only separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a maskĪ shield, a gun with gloves and hands that gives an alibi In front of a line of police that look the same as me Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand They're chanting out, 'Black Lives Matter,' but I don't say it back 'No justice, no peace,' okay, I'm saying that Or should I stand on the side and shut my mouth? I want to take a stance 'cause we are not freeĪnd then I thought about it, we are not 'we'Īm I in the outside looking in, or am I in the inside looking out? Thinking that they chant, what do I sing?

Thinking if they can't, how can I breathe? Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of marchers (Dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun)

I came here to drop some money, dropping all my money That's that girl that's never getting bounced on ya' Give me what the hell I want, give me what the hell I want When they see green, when they see green, that mean go Twerking, twerking, when I buy the things I likeĭolla', dollas, dropping on my feet tonight I came here to drop somе money, dropping all my moneyĭrop some money, all this bread so yummy, yeah Yeah, I do the money dance, I just made a hundred bands That’s that girl that’s never getting bounced on ya' I’ma drop it like it’s pouring, I’ma pour it on myself I’ma spend this check, everything on me, yeah It’s the end of the month and the weekend

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