Bambu - Chairman Mao lyrics
[Bambu - Chairman Mao lyrics]
I study Mao Tse tung's tongue, the young gun
Lock, load, and bust one
Champion with it like brraammp pomp pomp pomp
Lebanon guerrillas that'll egg 'em
From ten yards with little pebbles
I call it strength in arms
When it's broadcast on broadband
They savages like Tarzan
They never get the background
Story they'd rather jam
Your frequency with trickery
And headline news it's nothing new
And if it's only half the truth it ain't true
Living proof that guerrillas in
The Philippine jungle won't stop
Won't quit till the babies don't struggle
I rumble with colonization's effects
On my people, homes
The buck stops here with a buck to your ear
The current affairs that wear
My fellow organizers out
Same machine that be wiping
My fellow activists out
From the comfort of a couch we
Make critiques of the world
While little girls in the mountains
Let the slug shots hurl
(Is you ready?)
All day dawg, whatever you say dawg
Megaphones up, bandannas across the face dawg
(They ain't ready)
Always dawg, whatever you say dawg
Rifle to the sky
Bandanna across the face dawg
I learned the speeches and
Teachings of Malcolm X
Nooses around our neck
Made Malcolm drop the "Little"
And capitalize the "X"
Tiananmen Square drums, make the big go dumb
Compel sisters in the mountains back
Home to grab guns
My lungs pump Los Angeles smog
Strong to handle my
M-1, like guerrilla villagers in
The Viet Cong
Ho Chi Minh Trail, your home girl's favorite
I'm the maker of the music for
The bus boy and the waitress
Every blue collar hero
Peace to Blue Scholar Geo' ayo Saba
Did you hear about the talks
In the White House?
Iran is now a new threat, I told you
You were up next
American rampage till there ain't
A Middle East left
Up jump the boogie, put a bullet inside
And let the guerrillas and government
Collide in a fight
To make the poverty disseminate
Bullets fire hella straight
Showdown in Chinatown and downtown LA
I regurg' the words of Joma over and over
For every soldier with a gun run slung
Over his left and right shoulder
Katipunan triple K slang
(Native Guns all day mayne)
Make change whether school books
Or the bang bang gang bang
Gather up the troops all on the block
Put bullet holes in the White
House and connect the dots
We don't need those cops
We need the hood on lock
We need the murders of our people
By our people to stop
We need our money to recycle
Keep the neighborhood rich
We need to monitor the
Educationing of our kids
We need the money to
Be evenly distributed out
We need Ann Coulter to
Shut her motherfucking mouth
Zapatista guerilla as soon as the beat played
My rifle is a little scrappy it's my A-K-K-K!
Indigenous spear chucking on mine
My spear X these white boys
Out like Kevin Federline
Hey x16
Lock, load, and bust one
Champion with it like brraammp pomp pomp pomp
Lebanon guerrillas that'll egg 'em
From ten yards with little pebbles
I call it strength in arms
When it's broadcast on broadband
They savages like Tarzan
They never get the background
Story they'd rather jam
Your frequency with trickery
And headline news it's nothing new
And if it's only half the truth it ain't true
Living proof that guerrillas in
The Philippine jungle won't stop
Won't quit till the babies don't struggle
I rumble with colonization's effects
On my people, homes
The buck stops here with a buck to your ear
The current affairs that wear
My fellow organizers out
Same machine that be wiping
My fellow activists out
From the comfort of a couch we
Make critiques of the world
While little girls in the mountains
Let the slug shots hurl
(Is you ready?)
All day dawg, whatever you say dawg
Megaphones up, bandannas across the face dawg
(They ain't ready)
Always dawg, whatever you say dawg
Rifle to the sky
Bandanna across the face dawg
I learned the speeches and
Teachings of Malcolm X
Nooses around our neck
Made Malcolm drop the "Little"
And capitalize the "X"
Tiananmen Square drums, make the big go dumb
Compel sisters in the mountains back
Home to grab guns
My lungs pump Los Angeles smog
Strong to handle my
M-1, like guerrilla villagers in
The Viet Cong
Ho Chi Minh Trail, your home girl's favorite
I'm the maker of the music for
The bus boy and the waitress
Every blue collar hero
Peace to Blue Scholar Geo' ayo Saba
Did you hear about the talks
In the White House?
Iran is now a new threat, I told you
You were up next
American rampage till there ain't
A Middle East left
Up jump the boogie, put a bullet inside
And let the guerrillas and government
Collide in a fight
To make the poverty disseminate
Bullets fire hella straight
Showdown in Chinatown and downtown LA
I regurg' the words of Joma over and over
For every soldier with a gun run slung
Over his left and right shoulder
Katipunan triple K slang
(Native Guns all day mayne)
Make change whether school books
Or the bang bang gang bang
Gather up the troops all on the block
Put bullet holes in the White
House and connect the dots
We don't need those cops
We need the hood on lock
We need the murders of our people
By our people to stop
We need our money to recycle
Keep the neighborhood rich
We need to monitor the
Educationing of our kids
We need the money to
Be evenly distributed out
We need Ann Coulter to
Shut her motherfucking mouth
Zapatista guerilla as soon as the beat played
My rifle is a little scrappy it's my A-K-K-K!
Indigenous spear chucking on mine
My spear X these white boys
Out like Kevin Federline
Hey x16