Sweatshop Union - F.W.U.H. lyrics
[Sweatshop Union - F.W.U.H. lyrics]
"Let's begin with a drum set"
Yeah, yeah, well alright now
Check it out, it goes, well it goes
Well it goes
"One, two, three, four"
It goes fuck what you heard what
You thought what you said
Forget everything you know what you
Were told or read
'Bout to tell it like it is
If it's over your head
You better pick it up and learn it
Code is closer to red
You've mostly been fed
One side you're mostly misled
They want you tunin out shit
Well listen closely instead
Fact is, if you don't then you only gon' get
'Bout half of what you should
Know but don't know yet
Yo don't let yourself be tamed by the TV
Radio's got the same ten songs on repeat
The papers claim to be the vein
Of the free thinkin man
But man, y'all need to stop sleepin
And if I can find the rhyme to save them
Make them wake the fuck up
And shake the dust off
I'd stop and say it for God's sake
I'd take a boombox and play it
And make you not complacent
You own 'Pac and hate it
We won't stop 'til we top the playlist
Your whole block and nation indoctrinated
(Sweatshop) we save the way you thought
But never put into words to rock
The crowd and start the mayhem
Drop the 808 and take away
The things you're taught
Sing along if you can sing or not
Everybody two-step, let your fingers pop
All the girls make noise when
We hittin the spot
Yeah, yeah, well alright now
Check it out, it goes, well it goes
Well it goes
"One, two, three, four"
It goes fuck what you heard what
You thought what you said
Forget everything you know what you
Were told or read
'Bout to tell it like it is
If it's over your head
You better pick it up and learn it
Code is closer to red
You've mostly been fed
One side you're mostly misled
They want you tunin out shit
Well listen closely instead
Fact is, if you don't then you only gon' get
'Bout half of what you should
Know but don't know yet
Yo don't let yourself be tamed by the TV
Radio's got the same ten songs on repeat
The papers claim to be the vein
Of the free thinkin man
But man, y'all need to stop sleepin
And if I can find the rhyme to save them
Make them wake the fuck up
And shake the dust off
I'd stop and say it for God's sake
I'd take a boombox and play it
And make you not complacent
You own 'Pac and hate it
We won't stop 'til we top the playlist
Your whole block and nation indoctrinated
(Sweatshop) we save the way you thought
But never put into words to rock
The crowd and start the mayhem
Drop the 808 and take away
The things you're taught
Sing along if you can sing or not
Everybody two-step, let your fingers pop
All the girls make noise when
We hittin the spot