Bambu - Wall Tag lyrics
[Bambu - Wall Tag lyrics]
Please don't get me fucked up
This ain't flower power this is gun powder
Popping out the muzzle of the
Rifle from a clock tower
Cower if you can, shower pellets in the sand
Just to get the message out
That it's fist over hand
Overstand, the poverty is obviously a issue
And the cost of new schools
Pays for one missile
Gun whistles still kill kids
In the poorest conditions
Now it's private companies come
And buying upstate prisons
I get into your city
Off the plane and straight to the hood
To familiarize myself with the place
Where the folks who live like me live
I could give a shit about the crime rate
I relate the crime to pigs
Weather in my city
Weather smog thick in our lungs
Where the prisons dictate where
The drugs get slung
Yeah, ayo Ern turn my shit up loud
Rebuild the building and the
Assassin burn it down like
That smog driven rebel rap
Listen and really relate to that
Living in that condition where children are
Driven to aim and fire back
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
Smog city rap, guns blat
Listen really relate to that
Living inside of a prison
A million inmates either brown or black
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
It's the lion and the mouse
When the mouse gets out
Then the mouse should let the lion
Die slow without a doubt
Terror in a three piece suit that's big money
For the Philippines
Mexico and Watts stay hungry
Every African country every third world life
The favelas in Brazil, Palestinian nights
It's the Song Dynasty's technology
Up in the gun
An Iraq man scooping up the brains of his son
And in Haiti they awaiting more aid
Until the day a new
Cause gets blasted on the television
Wait, you'll see
The philanthropy is subject to catastrophe
Never truly fixing where the
Problem is actually
Peace to all that real rebel rap
We gon' find your stupid ass, run tell dat
(Souljah Boy) soulassassincom on the net
Ern Dogg on the drum to that city I rep
This ain't flower power this is gun powder
Popping out the muzzle of the
Rifle from a clock tower
Cower if you can, shower pellets in the sand
Just to get the message out
That it's fist over hand
Overstand, the poverty is obviously a issue
And the cost of new schools
Pays for one missile
Gun whistles still kill kids
In the poorest conditions
Now it's private companies come
And buying upstate prisons
I get into your city
Off the plane and straight to the hood
To familiarize myself with the place
Where the folks who live like me live
I could give a shit about the crime rate
I relate the crime to pigs
Weather in my city
Weather smog thick in our lungs
Where the prisons dictate where
The drugs get slung
Yeah, ayo Ern turn my shit up loud
Rebuild the building and the
Assassin burn it down like
That smog driven rebel rap
Listen and really relate to that
Living in that condition where children are
Driven to aim and fire back
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
Smog city rap, guns blat
Listen really relate to that
Living inside of a prison
A million inmates either brown or black
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
I tag it on a wall of city hall I do
It's the lion and the mouse
When the mouse gets out
Then the mouse should let the lion
Die slow without a doubt
Terror in a three piece suit that's big money
For the Philippines
Mexico and Watts stay hungry
Every African country every third world life
The favelas in Brazil, Palestinian nights
It's the Song Dynasty's technology
Up in the gun
An Iraq man scooping up the brains of his son
And in Haiti they awaiting more aid
Until the day a new
Cause gets blasted on the television
Wait, you'll see
The philanthropy is subject to catastrophe
Never truly fixing where the
Problem is actually
Peace to all that real rebel rap
We gon' find your stupid ass, run tell dat
(Souljah Boy) soulassassincom on the net
Ern Dogg on the drum to that city I rep