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letra de rebel radio - crooked i

[intro]
they call me a radical thinker
i call me a real n-gga
yeah
you know
so many of these racist police wanna see me in jail
either that or in a grave
but f-ck that
yeah
n-gga, i ain’t no racist
i love america
i just hate so many of you m-th-f-ckin’ americans
yeah
you understand my struggle
yeah

[verse 1]
follow me
hand over your heart, join the c.o.b
militant n-gga, f-ck a c-o-p
follow me
i take you to where real n-ggas oughta be
they knock the door on the poor, but crooked got a key
see, my philosophy is escapin’ this poverty
infiltrate uncle sam’s monopoly
follow me
riches and b-tches, purchasin’ property
ghetto n-ggas should live properly (yeah)
follow me
they want us as slaves, got me in a f-ckin’ rage
my words jump off the page every time i hit the stage
for homies locked in the cage, i’m about to get the gauge
when the police runnin’ raids, i’m takin’ all fades
georgia pigs p-ssed in my cousins face
now i’m in atlanta with hammers, ’bout to catch another case
gun up under your chin
oh, what a f-ckin’ waste
i’ll send your brains to outer sp-ce
a f-ckin’ nutcase
[chorus]
yeah
i’m sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f-ck ’em all, i’ma get my bread
yeah
sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f-ck ’em all, i get my bread

[verse 2]
follow me
i walk in the front and put my life on the line
they brainwashin’ your mind and it’s a crime
follow me
we should be malcolm x and garvey combined
we steppin’ on land mines, we out of time
follow me
i open your eyes so you can see the truth
f-ck the lies the media tries to feed the youth
g-ngb-ngers unite, n-gga, we’ll lead a truce
father your seeds when you reproduce
follow me
to the range, learn to aim, clean up your nina
teach you how to get paid to push a 350 modena
show you when you see a politician, give ’em the finger
look at hurricane katrina, my n-gga
follow me
i’ll teach you how to not collide with shots
and if you do leave the earth, put your nine to cops
you disagree to try to survive [?]
crooked thinks outside the box, my n-gga
follow me
[chorus]
yeah
i’m sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f-ck ’em all, i’ma get my bread
yeah
sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead (yeah, n-gga)
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f-ck ’em all, i get my bread

[outro]
f-ck ’em all
yeah
the m-th-f-ckers who…
them atlanta pd p-ssed in my cousins face, homie
them las vegas police cracked my m-th-f-ckin’ brothers skull, homeboy
them l.a. pd chased me down, n-gga
they tried to k!ll me
think i give a f-ck about a racist ass cop, n-gga?
h-ll nah!
got me thinkin’ like ayatollah khomeini around this b-tch!

- crooked i

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