Текст песни Company Flow - Soundbombing 2
Company Flow - Soundbombing 2 слова песни
[El-Producto]Do you know who you are..Do you know who you are fucking with?Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and powerthat we have? We will fucking kill you!I`m the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalistrapid emcee perversion -- I`m America!Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashedWash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bombfrom the makers of the devious hearts -- I`m America!You bitchy little dogs don`t even phase my basic policyThe bomb`s smarter, my Ronald Reagan`s crush CarterWith Bay of Pig tactics makin young men into martyrs(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised landSmiley faced opportunity cypherand jump on the CoFlow pension planA proletariat, crushing State of the Unionbetween serpentine words and mass confusionof media controlled blurb advertising disillusionmentYour family will love my low-rent, low-lifeno-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENTHop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters that the other slaughter crews pay all they dues inYou up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young RepublicansIndelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governmentsI`m lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I`m runnin withControl the population and hide behind sacred covenantsFuckin with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seizedand an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they kneesCan`t you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream ofGabriel`s reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat CI replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!)Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactoryYour pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy(Awww, SHUT UP!!) Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy productand conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilismSENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentenceTriple-felon citizen paid pennance!Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residenceLock em up first, then ask questionsOmniscient presence, my CHARM is the weaponwith cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathlessYou don`t even know the chemicals you`ve ingestedUrine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN `TIL HE CONFESSES "Who`s America? Who`s America? Who`s America? Who`s America?" "Who`s America? Who`s America? Who`s America? Who`s America?"[El-P] I`m America! I`m America! I`m America! Mr. Len, get busy on em!{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}[El-Producto]I`m America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murdersYou either purchase my products or you`re worthless, that`s my service!Don`t look into the oculars of a daylight saverEraser, city-headed momument defacer comprising ofpatriot droids, sent into the void with lead liningsEmployed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timingYou`re guaranteed nothing but my fat little fingerthat lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET`S START THIS!I`m Saran gas, hide in your apartmentsI`m stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of CartmanAnd give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condomto your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on SoundbombingI`m American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide CemetaryInvite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinitiesWhat language is that? I`m angusih in fact, tangle with astar-spangled standard issue gat for crowd managementTalk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassmentby the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental recordsYou tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!)You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbowsThinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothesI`m America!! This is where the pain grows like poppiesin a Field of Dreams I paid for, I`ll burn it down if operated sloppilyCOPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllablesscraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopyMy favorite flavour of gas is mustardI`m fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it`s justice! "Who`s America? Who`s America? Who`s America? Who`s America?"{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}[El-Producto]Treason will not be tolerated!You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!Understand! You can`t be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!MotherFUCKER!