a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu pat battle - roll of cries, hear my thunder

verse 1
apologies! i ain’t no cultural anomaly
i never thought and concurrently don’t think i’m a prodigy
oddly, my body brings baggage to my status
my melanin encrusted skeleton’s an apparatus
that used to dig on the doctrine they pushed by the big doctor
they propped the king up for us p-wns, and we kept noddin’ on some, “we shall overcome”
and “our people will grow as one”
let’s be reasonable son, that credence is pretty dumb we clung to lady liberty’s skirt and put all the work in
she hung us from the top of her shirt, and it’s closed curtains
some moves are inexcusable, notably when the moving crew never quite owned up to burning our house down
we pipe down these mario tunnels and funnel facts up
valid ones! foxes, peac-cks, you need to back up
ain’t standin’ for no anthem
they can fight me they don’t like it
call me kaepernick-fury, take a sh-t while they recite it
then they can tell me if their country loves me

hook
does she?
or is it that she loves me not?
ha! ha! your heart says she loves me
although my head says she loves me not
oh, no! your soul says she loves me
but – yo, i know that she loves me not
what i got is a national broken home
with an abusive uncle sam who can’t stand what i am

verse 2
now is pat mad at the world?
that’s between the world and me
but if life’s giving referrals, we should get one for free
you see they treat us like freaks
and then flee with our own g*nius
if it weren’t for us they’d probably speaking that old english
thus spoke when they stirred up the hoax of the schmoe jesus
like mary carried to term a fetus with no p-n-s you believe this?
i don’t think so, but i do think that them gringos
got very genocidal plans for me and my mans
we embrace it – they place bracelets tight around our hands and say “-ssume acute angle stance”, patting down our pants like we’re all at a ball, and all the hogs wanna dance and one of two moves they know is the murderena and so i know we’re stuck in an arena with dictators and divas
who swear that they all bear what are elite facial features
and we’re just leeches
who used to pick the cotton for their t-shirts
it’s cray what you can slay with a few centuries of free work
had us weeping from the willow, rotten black fruit of the loom how do they slip into their sleep at night?
is there room in the room?
with all the hortons and the barbars and snuffleupaguses
don’t trust they’ll ever discuss the real function of the injustice
as pups they are instructed to hush at the very subject their abnormally formal, unrealistically rustic
so the scales of lady whats-it are technically asymmetrical
her nation is priority – slavery’s parenthetical
ain’t ethical, but could i let it go if she loves me?

hook

verse 3
yeah my deepest fear is this deep this year
it’s rooted in black thought, folded up in me like a laptop
that state homicides and demonizing of islamic ties
will rise on the horizon of a new age of pile-ons
adding to the ever growing list of sh-t to fix
and we’ll never stop feeling like we’re three thirds of a fifth
so when oppressors most high begin to self identify
through the power of the vote? do i expect much? nope!
f-ck hope! these devils been embellishing this h-llish wind
since settlements american initially were carried in
authoritarian variants vary who they bury
from poets to the know-it-alls who’d ever dare expose it all
i wonder if we’ll grow at all or slow it all to a toad-ish crawl
torn apart by war and art atop this living bowling ball
spinning into the gutter y’all, pinheaded this system is
america’s a bad mother fu —
listen to the kids
hands over little hearts sayin’ she loves me

hook 3

- lirik lagu pat battle

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI