Flipsyde

Flipsyde - Revolutionary Beat

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If we can't live in peace then fuck it let's die

They aint tryin' to hear us then fuck it let's ride

Catch a traitor then stick a needle in his eye

Smash mode soilder we runnin' out of time

From Zumbi dos Palmares na mata fechada

To Commando Vermelho bustin at the cops with them choppas

Che Guevara and Castro bangin' in Cuba

To the Zapatistas and Latin kings that bust with that Rugger.

We ain't forgot but baby boy that block still hot

People still broke they went from snortin' coke to that hop

Tryin' to escape and take your brain up up and away

And you ain't gotta worry about them bills that don't get paid

Ho's get made in the 7th 8th 9th and 10th grade

Studyin' that trickin' game as if they takin' a trade

Little brothers is getting smothered like potatoes and gravy

Got a name and street fame Jesus Christ couldn't save him

And he gonna ride until that day he gone

Slide him that black or chrome

Live in your facial erase you and hit that gas get gone

Why am I still in chains why am I still a slave

Why am I poor and broke strugglin' workin' minimum wage

If we can't live in peace then fuck it let's die

They aint tryin' to hear us then fuck it let's ride

Catch a traitor then stick a needle in his eye

Smash mode soilder we runnin' out of time

Let me get a hit of that nicotine

Let me get a line of that na' mean

Let me get a sip of that Vodka Cran

Let a mutha' fucka' know who I am

Gonna get high cause the world is low

Let me start a fire cause the world is cold

Cut the barbed wire get inside and ride

Tear this shit down spittin' line for line

Once I get in it I vowed that I'd finish

I'm wild till the ending no smile when I'm spittin'

And fuck Thanksgiving cause I ride with the heartless

And fight for my Goddess the hardest of artist

That's given em' problems

And fuck your congress

If we can't live in peace then fuck it let's die

They aint tryin' to hear us then fuck it let's ride

Catch a traitor then stick a needle in his eye

Smash mode soilder we runnin' out of time

He worked for 30 years retired now he's checkin' to check it

The corporation got richer from his bleedin' and sweatin'

The government ain't got no safety net he ran out of blessings

And they cuttin' social security cause they don't respect him

So now he sits on the curb wanders 'round

Sleeps on the ground walks for miles

Couldn't pay his bills so he lost his house

And that's what the deal is all about

Either get rich or you gonna' get pimped

Either shout first or you gonna' get hit

Land of the free and home of the brave

Land of the G's and home of the slave

If we can't live in peace then fuck it let's die

They aint tryin' to hear us then fuck it let's ride

Catch a traitor and stick a needle in his eye

Smash mode soilder we runnin' out of time

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