Denzel Curry - Bulls On Parade - triple j Like A Version lyrics

Come wit' it now come wit' it now

The microphone explodes, shattering the mold
Either drop the hit's like de la O
Or get the fuck off the commode
With the sure shot, sure to make a body drop
Drop and don't copy, yo
Don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst
Of the power don, that five-sided Fistagon
The rotten sore on the face
Of Mother Earth gets bigger
The triggers cold, empty your purse

Rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells

Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes
No need, just feed the war, cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery, now
What we don't know keep the
Contracts alive and moving
They don't gotta burn the books
They just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as
Quick as the cells rally 'round the family
Pocket full of shells

Rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells

Listen, birds chirpin', dogs
Barkin', kids missin', milk cartons
Soul dark as black markets, war is startin'
More is sparkin'
Glory prophets praise Muhammad
"Diff'rent Strokes, " Philip Drummond
Gave me crack, like I'm
Plumbin', Jesus Christ, second comin'
Cut myself, now I'm numbin', never scared
Never runnin'
Chosen one, I'm one hunnid, pray for me
Pray for London
Guilty me, he ain't done and gun me down
All for nothin'
Precedent in abundance, president is a puppet
Gotta hate it, gotta love it, pass a class
I rise above it
Wise enough, advise the public
Pistol bust, screamin', "Fuck it"
Donald Trump, Donald Duck
What the fuck is the difference?
Now, we stuck in a rut
This ain't what I envisioned
What is what? What is guts
When you don't have intuition?
Not a saint, not a sin, tell me
What's my real religion? Genocide, Genesis
They say it's a new beginning
I'm a sinner, you a sinner
I can see the devil grinning

Rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells bulls on parade

Come wit' it now bulls on parade
Bulls on parade bulls on parade
Bulls on parade bulls on parade
Bulls on parade bulls on parade