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Текст песни Paris - Bush Killa (Hellraiser Mix)

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"I understand that time is running out.."[Paris]Now who is able to make war with the beast?It starts with PTrumpets sound when I push the programAnd set my sight on a serpent manSwinging the sword of the righteousMake devils drop and they just can`t spite thisGenocide and the minds of men makeBrothers like me fill up with hateI smell a skunk in the airCause your program still ain`t fairSo who you wanna blame for "The Hate That Hate Made?"When P let off and pigs get sprayedY`all wanna kill off the black manBut I know your master planSo we`ll see who stop the black guerrilla..P-Dog the Bush Killa{*scratching*}Yeah, it`s P-Dog the Bush Killa[Paris]Yeah, tolerance is gettin thinnerCause Iraq never called me "nigger"So what I wanna go off and fight a war for?You best believe I got your draft card!So bad to hate somebody elseBut much worse to hate yourselfVictim to the mentacide of the devil whymust black folk be made to die?Keepin `em on and on.. keepin ya on and onNow my brother down South said, "Fuck the Police"I`m sayin, "No Justice, No Peace"So I just stick `em like thatCause everybody want to get the black, huhBut we`ll see who`ll stop the black guerilla..P-Dog the Bush Killa "He`s been shot!" "The president is dead"Yeah, it`s P-Dog the Bush Killa{*scratching*} "Oh my God!" "That man shot the president" "Nobody moves, just stay where you are" "Just hold it right there.."[Paris]Yeah, so where`s he at? I might waitfor his motherfuckin ass on a rooftop next tourBuckin stone cause I`m known to play for keepsLay low to the flow and keep it neatAnd send his ass home belly upShould`ve listened to the facts that the black`s been tellin yaIt`s no suprise that a brother got wiseNow rat-a-tat-tat, it`s an eye for an eyeI`m in it, got to die before we seethe motherfuckers don`t give a damn for you or meSo wear a vest on your chest and the rest stand stillFor P-Dog the Bush Killa, yeah!{*breakdown*}[Paris]Now you know, that I ain`t never been a slave to the bottleAll I see on the tube is the punk black role modelThe passive girllike she-menthat make and dictate the lives of black menAnd sometimes I wanna give up hopeCause all they wanna do is grow up and work for white folksOr be a pimp, drug dealer or sports starIt ain`t no wonder the blacks don`t go farNow the trick is stay quick to bust shitGot to be equipped so the devil can`t flipAnd be aware of the government plan to keepyoung black folk walkin in our sleepFuck the games I still feel the painI still feel the shame cause ain`t nuttin changedI CAIN`T fade peace when the war is all aroundYou better run cause the lost are bein foundChoose your team, square up and take sidesBut don`t be punked or a skunk when the gat fireCause I`m the first one to let the caps goNo more vetoes of negroeswho run scared full of fear when the devil squawkFunk is on to the dome the glock`ll talkAnd be sure that a devil is peeledMake way for the motherfuckin Bush Killa, now!{*laughter*}"Things change, a majority of the people will decide where and when""All males to the bail tomorrow mourning for the late great black man""We are all going to respect the law, or pay the consequences"{*scratching: "Hey!"*}{"Get your punk devil ass hurt motherf.." -> Ice Cube}{*dogs barking*}"Let me draw a bead on his black ass and he`s dead!"{*dogs barking*}"He`s gonna make it." "Let the dogs go." "No I won`t do it!"{*guitar solo for the next couple of minutes*}{*music eventually fades*}

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