The Reavers - America (Dirty) lyrics
[The Reavers - America Dirty lyrics]
Back against the wall
Inhale reloaders automatic
Sweat dripping, heart racing
Ears cluttered with static
I got a bad habit of
Shining off of ferocious thoughts
Like motions for a thug holiday
Closing the courts i’ll show
My thoughts on paper
Stick ‘em inside of a bottle of Henny
So if you find it
You know what to bring when
You come and get me
The slug that bit me never
Hit me, but, still, i feel it in me
Grazing the earphones leaving the
Semi i hear you, lord
I can’t afford the price of milk
So they try to sell me the cow
I’m tapped out like cellphones can you
Hear me now? I’m weary now
Battery energy’s down nigga
I’ll sound an alarm
You’ve been warned i’ve seen
It coming through
The eye of the storm i’m not
The one for fronting just lowkey
Find me in the corner, patiently
Waiting for something to happen
Stop writing reporter
Skip the thought when it
Hit's you, wrong place
Wrong time forever shining
Be clever ‘nough to know when
The Devil get behind you locked and loaded
Demoting captains to privates stuck on KB
You need a rope, pager, airbags
And safety harness to face me
An escape route? I’ve never planned it
I’m finding a way i got
Plans and none of them involve dying
Today it’s time for war
Grab your shit, nigga
Ha ha haha true, true indeed
True indeed conceive, guarantee masterpieces
Born through a virtual mist of rap thesis
Brick idols
My recitals are spoken as God’s thesis
Hair like wool shine bright
With bronze features
Warn Babylon long gone is the innocence
I’ll write under the influence
Of hellfire fingertips
Right under the influence of
Pain and pestilence search across
A cross to bear with
Nails through my ligaments
I’ll twist tops off and pop
Corks for the rememberance
No question, the genesis of this is almighty
The beauty of my wifey is beyond Aphrodite
Got my whole fam beside me, holding it down
Calvaries around my necks
And my fitted’s the crown
Pound of flesh for my sins
Make the soul sacrifice, plus
I’ll lay my life on the line for the paradise
Bring darkness to light reborn in afterlife
Appetite for destruction
Second Coming of Christ what?
Yo, I’ll make
The ends justify the means don’t
Know the meaning of end
Up in the lion’s den
Looking for Zen new World
Order rites of passage
Central booking for black men
Old-timers fake Alzheimer’s to
Forget what’s happening
Captain of the ship capsizing
The mothership the son a baby boomer
Plan to blow up on some other shit
The world is falling faster than our
Interest in lust like Father
Time busting nuts up in Mother
Nature’s guts in the
Ghetto, they rap tough, but
As people seek heavy metal
Rather be rocks, them pebbles
Trying to eat you, so
Through economic levels
The neighborhood’s closer
To devils and rebels mountains
Can never be level
I’ll Rock like Gibraltar with
Pictures like Minolta
And never understand how the
Man standing over
My shoulders all swollen from the
World that I hold up
So much in my soul cuts through
Beef like it’s cold cuts
Kick ass until the trouble’s over
And this is for
My soldiers, GI joes at war with Cobras
Inhale reloaders automatic
Sweat dripping, heart racing
Ears cluttered with static
I got a bad habit of
Shining off of ferocious thoughts
Like motions for a thug holiday
Closing the courts i’ll show
My thoughts on paper
Stick ‘em inside of a bottle of Henny
So if you find it
You know what to bring when
You come and get me
The slug that bit me never
Hit me, but, still, i feel it in me
Grazing the earphones leaving the
Semi i hear you, lord
I can’t afford the price of milk
So they try to sell me the cow
I’m tapped out like cellphones can you
Hear me now? I’m weary now
Battery energy’s down nigga
I’ll sound an alarm
You’ve been warned i’ve seen
It coming through
The eye of the storm i’m not
The one for fronting just lowkey
Find me in the corner, patiently
Waiting for something to happen
Stop writing reporter
Skip the thought when it
Hit's you, wrong place
Wrong time forever shining
Be clever ‘nough to know when
The Devil get behind you locked and loaded
Demoting captains to privates stuck on KB
You need a rope, pager, airbags
And safety harness to face me
An escape route? I’ve never planned it
I’m finding a way i got
Plans and none of them involve dying
Today it’s time for war
Grab your shit, nigga
Ha ha haha true, true indeed
True indeed conceive, guarantee masterpieces
Born through a virtual mist of rap thesis
Brick idols
My recitals are spoken as God’s thesis
Hair like wool shine bright
With bronze features
Warn Babylon long gone is the innocence
I’ll write under the influence
Of hellfire fingertips
Right under the influence of
Pain and pestilence search across
A cross to bear with
Nails through my ligaments
I’ll twist tops off and pop
Corks for the rememberance
No question, the genesis of this is almighty
The beauty of my wifey is beyond Aphrodite
Got my whole fam beside me, holding it down
Calvaries around my necks
And my fitted’s the crown
Pound of flesh for my sins
Make the soul sacrifice, plus
I’ll lay my life on the line for the paradise
Bring darkness to light reborn in afterlife
Appetite for destruction
Second Coming of Christ what?
Yo, I’ll make
The ends justify the means don’t
Know the meaning of end
Up in the lion’s den
Looking for Zen new World
Order rites of passage
Central booking for black men
Old-timers fake Alzheimer’s to
Forget what’s happening
Captain of the ship capsizing
The mothership the son a baby boomer
Plan to blow up on some other shit
The world is falling faster than our
Interest in lust like Father
Time busting nuts up in Mother
Nature’s guts in the
Ghetto, they rap tough, but
As people seek heavy metal
Rather be rocks, them pebbles
Trying to eat you, so
Through economic levels
The neighborhood’s closer
To devils and rebels mountains
Can never be level
I’ll Rock like Gibraltar with
Pictures like Minolta
And never understand how the
Man standing over
My shoulders all swollen from the
World that I hold up
So much in my soul cuts through
Beef like it’s cold cuts
Kick ass until the trouble’s over
And this is for
My soldiers, GI joes at war with Cobras