Clipping. - Chapter 319 lyrics
clipping. [Daveed Diggs, William Hutson, Jonathan Snipes] LA, CA. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Clipping. - Chapter 319 lyrics]
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when
It ain't no breath?
You keep killin' fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til
It ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on
Marching like left, right, left
Fuck yo' empty promises
These ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it you made yo' bed
Fix it, always problems
We ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your
Door, now who run it, hoe?
A knee to the neck is this week's
Symbol of shit you've been reapin'
As a reaper of people, there's no equal
To the police and they be their own sequel
So consistently as a monster
Paid by a system set up to prosper
On victims of the historic
Situating as property
People that are melanated
So easily separated, know what?
Fuck the history lesson
You know you know by now we do not know-how
You keep playing dumb, but still
Be trusted with guns, you must be defunded
This march is not a one-off
This march is not the misaimed warning shot
This march a foot in yo' fucking throat
To choke out the whole assumption that
You are here to protect us
This government doesn't respect us
And somehow they seem to expect us to accept
The power a piece of shit
Millionaire president wants to project
Fuck are you getting at? Get the
Fuck back in the bunker
We taking back spaces
'Til you manage to make them
Safe for black faces
That's up to the fact that America's racist
Donald Trump is a white supremacist
Full stop if you vote for him again
You're a white supremacist, full stop
Call it like it is
And then let the rims spin
'til they full stop
Put one up for Big Floyd
The march is not goin' to stop
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
It go left, right, left
How long can we holler when
It ain't no breath?
You keep killin' fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til
It ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on
Marching like left, right, left
Fuck yo' empty promises
These ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it you made yo' bed
Fix it, always problems
We ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your
Door, now who run it, hoe?
You wanna shoot without being shot back
Got news for you
No one's really 'bout that
You got the guns, but we got the shout
To vote the mouthpiece
The clout and the loud pack (Got guns too)
Ya facts? yeah, we doubt that
Show us receipts so we will denounce that
Take ya tear gas
Inhale like an ounce of that cookie cake
Your bullets all bounce
Even when they break flesh, you are not safe
We are watching every motherfucking
Move you make
Play it back on cameras so no one can mistake
The order of events that lead to
Prove another life you take
And if the verdict come back less than murder
Don't be surprised when your
Streets are burnin'
This anger ain't misplaced it is turning cop
Cars to bonfires 'til you learn
If you profit off this system
You should make them dollars fold
In the pockets that don't fund
The death of black people, this whole
Fuckin' country 'bout the money
So watch where your money go
Let 'em know that we watching how they roll
Donald Trump is a white supremacist
Full stop if you vote for him again
You're a white supremacist, full stop
America can be better
But we must call it out 'til it full stop
Put one up for Breonna
The marching not going to stop
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when
It ain't no breath?
You keep killin' daughters
Without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til
It ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on
Marching like left, right, left
Fuck yo' empty promises
These ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it you made yo' bed
Fix it, always problems
We ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your
Door, now who run it, hoe?
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when
It ain't no breath?
You keep killin' fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til
It ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on
Marching like left, right, left
Fuck yo' empty promises
These ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it you made yo' bed
Fix it, always problems
We ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your
Door, now who run it, hoe?
A knee to the neck is this week's
Symbol of shit you've been reapin'
As a reaper of people, there's no equal
To the police and they be their own sequel
So consistently as a monster
Paid by a system set up to prosper
On victims of the historic
Situating as property
People that are melanated
So easily separated, know what?
Fuck the history lesson
You know you know by now we do not know-how
You keep playing dumb, but still
Be trusted with guns, you must be defunded
This march is not a one-off
This march is not the misaimed warning shot
This march a foot in yo' fucking throat
To choke out the whole assumption that
You are here to protect us
This government doesn't respect us
And somehow they seem to expect us to accept
The power a piece of shit
Millionaire president wants to project
Fuck are you getting at? Get the
Fuck back in the bunker
We taking back spaces
'Til you manage to make them
Safe for black faces
That's up to the fact that America's racist
Donald Trump is a white supremacist
Full stop if you vote for him again
You're a white supremacist, full stop
Call it like it is
And then let the rims spin
'til they full stop
Put one up for Big Floyd
The march is not goin' to stop
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
It go left, right, left
How long can we holler when
It ain't no breath?
You keep killin' fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til
It ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on
Marching like left, right, left
Fuck yo' empty promises
These ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it you made yo' bed
Fix it, always problems
We ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your
Door, now who run it, hoe?
You wanna shoot without being shot back
Got news for you
No one's really 'bout that
You got the guns, but we got the shout
To vote the mouthpiece
The clout and the loud pack (Got guns too)
Ya facts? yeah, we doubt that
Show us receipts so we will denounce that
Take ya tear gas
Inhale like an ounce of that cookie cake
Your bullets all bounce
Even when they break flesh, you are not safe
We are watching every motherfucking
Move you make
Play it back on cameras so no one can mistake
The order of events that lead to
Prove another life you take
And if the verdict come back less than murder
Don't be surprised when your
Streets are burnin'
This anger ain't misplaced it is turning cop
Cars to bonfires 'til you learn
If you profit off this system
You should make them dollars fold
In the pockets that don't fund
The death of black people, this whole
Fuckin' country 'bout the money
So watch where your money go
Let 'em know that we watching how they roll
Donald Trump is a white supremacist
Full stop if you vote for him again
You're a white supremacist, full stop
America can be better
But we must call it out 'til it full stop
Put one up for Breonna
The marching not going to stop
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when
It ain't no breath?
You keep killin' daughters
Without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til
It ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on
Marching like left, right, left
Fuck yo' empty promises
These ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it you made yo' bed
Fix it, always problems
We ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your
Door, now who run it, hoe?
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold
Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold
Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold