[Akrobatik] Don't be mad at me, America created this bloodlust it's time to be prepared for war, heads up when the scuds bust you can fire your missiles, there no match for my New England patriot the fear wells up inside of ya' as they whistle past your tenament, my president set the precedent that we don't need concrete evidence or no allied troops to represent I'll bust your shit unilaterally and any damage I suffer that's just collateral b more fuel for the fire but if you set fire to the fuel the stakes become higher fourty-eight hours bitch bounce now turn on the television if you wanna see the fucking countdown counter attack I'm not having it my smart bombs are sixty-six point six percent accurate my leaders name's another word for pussy slander and propaganda got me fucked up so don't push me I'm full of savagery, so you don't wanna battle me I kill the innocent and call it incidental casualties your minds boggled, I got you slow to grab the throttle I caught you sleeping with the help of my night vision goggles I guarantee you dumb fucks won't sleep on me again I see you sitting back cocky like Saddam in his den I'm bombing your men, bombing your women, bombing your kids check the box score on CNN to see what I did, bitch!
[Hook] My rap flows militant, atten-chun! the general, commander of the regiment leveling your settlement the chief speaks eloquent command presidents, with military intelligence. [x2]
[Virtuoso] This is V-Day, we may need reinforcements for the fortress their forces are drowning in an ocean of corpses while I fly high above birds eye the war eagle your feeble slash flows that blow like torpedoes with our limbs aching, march from where we've been stationed for invasion to capture and skin we're making expansions to the shores which are foreign we're going to war in the name of J.P. Morgan Gates and Rockerfeller they get shot the hell up while looters rush, grab the artifacts and rob Iraq of the culture, from which the vulture stole the Jesus sculpture knowing that if Christ was alive he would revolt ta' see you fight for who could use his name in vain to tame the same people that you claim you save you gave us purple hearts and call them medals of bravery but it feels more like I got shot for modern slavery fuck a war! cause I got my legs blown off while George Bush junior and senior were playing golf for who would I vote, when politicians dream of spittin' two in my throat leaving me sitting by a suicide note send wire fuck the empire tell the men fire I recommend dire consequence for them liars soldier my flame thrower burn 'em to embers then return 'em to sender with my terms of surrender
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[V:] The war horse, more force than an A-bomb we take arms, cremating your body with napalm we take on many [A:] anybody get slayed [V:] for every dollar on weapons, we spend a penny on AIDS [A:] fuck research cause if you ask me Virtch we already got the cure but turned it down cause it works better on the poor I think we got it fucked up for sure intelligence is more than finding out the oppositions plans for war [V:] if the whole world respected love over fear then a brother would hear your point without a slug in the ear what kind of holy war has devils on both sides who spend money on missiles not medical supplies instead of stealth bombers if you spent the wealth on hospitals [A:] Maybe every nation wouldn't want to take a shot at you [V:] so the new battle plan is respect life in all elements A&V:now that's military intelligence!
[Hook: x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
