Immortal Technique, Pumpkinhead - Grenades lyrics

Praise to the most high for
Blessin’ me with a seed
Now I gotta make it to the top with Speed
Like Keanu Reeves and when I bleed
I feed a million children indeed
With the knowledge and the
Strength that they need
Fuck the military! Man, beg my pardon
The only thing my dad got
From them was Agent Orange
Cocksuckers experimented on they own soldiers
I'd rather be in a coma than
Help fill in they quota give me a bulldozer
And before the world is over
I'll find Bush and his daddy and
Run both they asses over
The Bushes are trigger happy and
Wanna be in a war
Two people that like raising the
Taxes and killin’ the poor
I say I put the sword to they jaw
Let it off 'til they jaw fall on the floor
And Colin Powell callin’ the morgue
You call him a hero but I call him a whore
Gettin’ pimped by the system that wanna
See the end of us all
It goes: one grenade, two
Grenade, three grenade, four
Pull the pin
Let it go it'll be the death of us all
I'll be a motherfuckin’ martyr before
A soldier at war
Fuck the law, we gon' settle the score

One grenade, two grenade, three grenade, four
Pull the pin
Let it go it'll be the end of us all
I'll be a motherfuckin’ martyr before
A soldier at war
Fightin’ my brothers and sisters
Overseas for your laws
You stick your nose in everybody
Country business when yours
Is the most corrupt nation
Illumination blinding us all
You don't think they already
Got UFOs in store? With technology to travel
Lightspeed past ours?
I guarantee these lizard reptilian figures
Hidin’ under human flesh under they
Breath callin’ us niggas
I pull the motherfuckin’ trigger
Explode your liver for fun
And I won't stop 'til daddy
And junior's kissin’ my gun
Slugs pop from a short distance listen
You're done your existence short-lived
Now you live on the sun
Burnin’ for eternity
Your skin lift off your bones
Now your skin is black like
Mine with a crispier tone

It goes: one grenade, two
Grenade, three grenade, four
Pull the pin
Let it go it'll be the death of us all
I'll be a motherfuckin’ martyr before
A soldier at war
Fuck the law, we gon' settle the score
Yeah you see, my black and latino people
There are some truths that we
Have to face and there
Are some lies we have to uncover and there
Are some fake muh'fuckers out there talkin’
And they talkin’ for us, but they
Not talkin’ to us and they not
Talkin’ about us they just speakin’
As if it was from our perspective