So you wanna hear about my politics Yea, i can show you things that can make you sick, There’s a satellite above me that’s taking pics And the army from the west have started sending mix And im sat in America doing tricks So the army’s looking at me like im a bitch And im thinking about the babies lying in the ditch Thinkin’ if they had a kite phone you’ll see this shit And what you see on myspace, just a little bit, And the story is always fucked by the time it hits, Why the hell would journalist be thick as shit, Cause lies=power=politics
I’m a singer Never said anything else I didn’t lie to you Thinkin’ of somebody else
Yeah, ego and hate is your burning brick, You live in the mansions stealing from the sick, Did my tsunami money go to your chicks For her Bentley is she riding your dirty dick Your son can go to Harvard to learn the tricks, Like economics eats the poor like a Twix In the third world stick would sniff you out like (dicks) You write your own reviews to get away with it You can talk shit to me im used to it You make me hard with the wounds that i had to lick You can pick on me and i can see it out a click Your a racist i wouldn’t trust you one bit
I’m a singer Never said anything else I didn’t lie to you Thinkin’ of somebody else Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
