Awkword - The People's Champions lyrics

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Feat. Shabaam Sahdeeq, Punchline and Beretta 9

Yo. Put your fucking champagne down

The revolution is coming

Let's get it cracking, you motherfuckers

People's Champion right here, let's do this

[Hook]

Right is right, (get 'em), wrong is wrong

Sick of all the mis-advice, why I'm singing this song

Hating how you live your life, why you're singing along

I'm The People's Champion, Torah, Bible, Koran

Compassionate person who's always cared about people

On the rooftop of the building, picking them off, I've gone lethal

Ain't nobody ever understand, but in death we're all equal

Mother fuck, I know you don't get it, obsessed that killing's not legal

Wow, I'm called evil, that's why it ain't nice to meet you

It's so simple to me, I view this shit as if it's see through

Rock a tattoo of the Star of David, the sacrificial Hebrew

Cleaning up the world's mess, that's the dirt that we do

Is it better to be miserable, living your life cursed on this earth

Or better to be delivered in a hearse, to your whole family, it still hurts

The pain is inevitable, plus, the pain is relative

Is it better to be resting in peace, or dragged down by sedatives

To dwell in the present, is to be broken down by the president

But I ain't gon'let that shit happen, not for my Sub-City residents

Call me a renegade, destroyer, sicko, burning my own path

I'm the sick sadistic savior, yo, you're doing the wrong math

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The next question, of course, is what happens when we get paper

First thing's first, if they're assholes they're not neighbors

Drag them onto the lawn, slice them slow with rusty razors

Climb up into their cribs, go get it, it's all pay dirt

And don't bother to thank me, I ain't doing this as a favor

I ain't even a real person, fam, my meaning's much greater

Call me Mr. Fucking Durden(?), everybody grab your shaver

We ain't killing them with kindness, we're lighting torches, they're in danger

Pussy politicians, corrupt cop finger itchers

Sick molesting rapists, racists, that's what bitch is

Puss distorted fucks who take they're side, that's what snitch is

That's why we built The People's Army, God forbid this

Gossip guppy scale fishes, they're flushed down toilets of ghetto heavens

All the fallen angel fuck-ups, rocking halos and weapons

The never settled war veterans, these are my brethren

I deliver medicine, the reality dose, the bitter end

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