Bambu, Quetzal - Guerra lyrics
[Bambu, Quetzal - Guerra lyrics]
Wake up to a missile knee
Deep in your front yard couple of guns pop
That's where the fun starts
Chemical weapons make it difficult to run far
But what you run for? You
Just gon’ get caught
Police come in and (poof) all your guns gone
Now the tanks come
You really need to slang rocks
Guerrilla warfare, we might have to go there
Let’s look at Palestine
You know Iraq’s there
The southern Philippines where mad
Shit is real there
Little boys are popping choppers
From a wheelchair
And in Sudan, too, and in Chiapas, too
One slip-up ski masked army is on top of you
We are in combat, don’t let the news tell it
They just want to sell you
Soap and insect repellant
But don’t ever forget it
The world is burning down
Where do you see your fam when it’s
Our turn to turn it out
"Porque" will be the question
You’ll be asking policia
Murdering tu gente, finishing tu vida
Man, fuck your resident visa, you a Mexican
That means you a danger to America
A motherfucking terrorist
And since they can’t tell
The difference between us
A Mexican, Puerto Rican
And me from the Philippines
We’ll all be in the same pen
Concentrated out
Now the whole world is aiming their
Guns at the White House
The bullet said to their head, "goodbye!"
The bullet burrowed three inches inside
And my little music video was a lie
Because the clothes get holes and
The style goes dry
And them diamonds won’t help
When the guns brrrrat
And where’s your little
Twenty-five caliber at?
From Africa to Latin America, let’s roll
‘Cause this rich stay rich bullshit must go
Dios mio in two-thousand and
Cinco what’s more all based in my Lord’s way
Is better than yours
What’s the difference between
Al-qaida and America?
Both the money hungry, religious
Militant murderers
Herding the cattle away from the
Grass and into a plane
Now your son’s in a desert
Waiting to become a mistake
From a mistake, a lie
Y’all fell for the propaganda
The world’s rotting away
America’s the cancer
And men have been waiting on
The border to strike i hope a bullet puts an
End to your motherfucking life
I advocate taking back what
Is rightfully yours
Stolen land as soon as they
Pale skin hit shores
Bombs in the Middle East, bombs in NYC
Bombs in Spain and bombs in
London don’t puzzle me
Evil begets evil and violence do the same
And the rate we been going
Ain’t ever gonna change
Deep in your front yard couple of guns pop
That's where the fun starts
Chemical weapons make it difficult to run far
But what you run for? You
Just gon’ get caught
Police come in and (poof) all your guns gone
Now the tanks come
You really need to slang rocks
Guerrilla warfare, we might have to go there
Let’s look at Palestine
You know Iraq’s there
The southern Philippines where mad
Shit is real there
Little boys are popping choppers
From a wheelchair
And in Sudan, too, and in Chiapas, too
One slip-up ski masked army is on top of you
We are in combat, don’t let the news tell it
They just want to sell you
Soap and insect repellant
But don’t ever forget it
The world is burning down
Where do you see your fam when it’s
Our turn to turn it out
"Porque" will be the question
You’ll be asking policia
Murdering tu gente, finishing tu vida
Man, fuck your resident visa, you a Mexican
That means you a danger to America
A motherfucking terrorist
And since they can’t tell
The difference between us
A Mexican, Puerto Rican
And me from the Philippines
We’ll all be in the same pen
Concentrated out
Now the whole world is aiming their
Guns at the White House
The bullet said to their head, "goodbye!"
The bullet burrowed three inches inside
And my little music video was a lie
Because the clothes get holes and
The style goes dry
And them diamonds won’t help
When the guns brrrrat
And where’s your little
Twenty-five caliber at?
From Africa to Latin America, let’s roll
‘Cause this rich stay rich bullshit must go
Dios mio in two-thousand and
Cinco what’s more all based in my Lord’s way
Is better than yours
What’s the difference between
Al-qaida and America?
Both the money hungry, religious
Militant murderers
Herding the cattle away from the
Grass and into a plane
Now your son’s in a desert
Waiting to become a mistake
From a mistake, a lie
Y’all fell for the propaganda
The world’s rotting away
America’s the cancer
And men have been waiting on
The border to strike i hope a bullet puts an
End to your motherfucking life
I advocate taking back what
Is rightfully yours
Stolen land as soon as they
Pale skin hit shores
Bombs in the Middle East, bombs in NYC
Bombs in Spain and bombs in
London don’t puzzle me
Evil begets evil and violence do the same
And the rate we been going
Ain’t ever gonna change