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G.W.Bush's verbal assassination. This was the song that caused a lot of controversy back in 1992,no major was willing to release the album SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY because of its content and because it was just a few months prior to the elections.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #981
Peak in subgenre #156
Author
Paris
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fuck a copyright
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May 12, 2006
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:14
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Bush's verbal assassination. This was the song that caused a lot of controversy back in 1992,no major was willing to release the album SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY because of its content and because it was just a few months prior to the elections.
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"I understand that time is running out..." Here I go, an angry brother finna make his move Lookin’ to buck him in the city so I never lose See I’m get him in the crowd with a couple heavies And lay the barrel to the ground, hold the gat steady And now I’m ready for my adversary, talk is cheap I’m lookin’ for a way to make a play and keep it neat And check it out and make a route and pick a rooftop And get a spot where the view’s hot, set up shop "Cause all I wanna see is motherfuckin’ brains hangin’ Another level when it’s me and devils gangbangin’ So don’t be tellin’ me to get the non-violent spirit ԃause when I’m violent is the only time ya devils hear it Rat-a-tat go the gat to his devil face I hope he think of how he done us when he lay to waste And get the feelin’ of the peelin’ from the other side From guns given to my people for my own kind So get with Ollie ԣause I’m probably finna make ya mad I’m steady waitin’ for the day I get to see his ass And give him two from the barrel of a Black Guerrilla And that’s real from the motherfuckin’ Bush Killa "I understand that time is running out..." Now who is able to make war with the beast? It starts with P Trumpets sound when I push the program And set my sight on the serpent man Swingin’ the sword of the righteous Make devils drop and they just can't spite this Genocide and the minds of men make Brothers like me fill up with hate I smell a skunk in the air ԃause your program still ain't fair So who you wanna blame for The Hate That Hate Made When P let off and pigs get sprayed Y'all wanna kill off the black man But I know your master plan So we'll see who stop the Black Guerrilla P-Dog the Bush Killa Yeah, it's P-Dog the Bush Killa Yeah, tolerance is gettin’ thinner Cause 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 else But much worse to hate yourself Victim to the mentacide of the devil why Must black folk be made to die Keepin’ 'em on and on.. keepin’ ya on and on Like my brother down South said, "Fuck the Police" I'm sayin’, "No Justice, No Peace" So I just stick 'em like that Cause everybody want to get the black, huh But we'll see who'll stop the Black Guerrilla P-Dog the Bush Killa Yeah, it's P-Dog the Bush Killa Yeah, so where's he at? I might wait For his motherfuckin’ ass on a rooftop next tour Buck his dome cause I'm known to play for keeps Lay low to the flo’ and keep it neat And send his ass home belly up Should've listened to the facts that the black's been tellin ya It's no surprise that a brother got wise Now rat-a-tat-tat, it's an eye for an eye How many, got to die before we see Them motherfuckas don't give a damn for you or me So wear a vest on your chest and the rest stand still For P-Dog the Bush Killa Now you know, that I ain't never been a slave to the bottle All I see on the tube is the punk black role models The passive girl-like she-men That make and dictate the lives of black men And sometimes ya wanna give up hope ԃause all they wanna do is grow up and work for white folks Or be a pimp, drug dealer or sports star It ain't no wonder the black don't go far Now the trick is stay quick to bust shit Got to be equipped so the devil can't flip And be aware of the government plan to keep Young black folk walkin’ in our sleep Fuck the games I still feel the pain I still feel the shame ԣause ain't nothin’ changed I can’t fade peace when the war is all around You better run ԣause the lost are bein’ found Choose your team, square up and take sides But don't be a punk or a skunk when the gat fire Cause I'm the first one to let the caps go No more vetoes or negroes Who run scared full of fear when the devil squawk Funk is on to the dome the glock'll talk And be sure that a devil gets peeled Make way for the motherfuckin’ Bush
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