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letra de world war iii - madic

[verse 1]
hungry people don’t stay hungry for long
it’s a ticking time bomb under your throne
get to gripping iphones, thumbing along
until a fricking spy drone crumble your home
oh what am i on, that red pill and reefer
the chief chiefer the reaper, the lead freak of week
and the cheat sheet for demeanor of beat meaner machiner
ego death meeter, obscene speaking through speakers
it’s madic, yeah it’s mister hang the flag down
mister using cash now, try and track that now
what’s your mission, what you hiding, what you blacked out?
everywhere a rat now, better check the background
better put the jack down i think i had enough
cause it ain’t adding up, obama got me mad as f-ck
live as cattle we the chattel ‘till we back as dust
we getting punk’d, gon’ pack it up, that’s enough

[chorus]
just paranoid ol’ me
bottles of water with the mres
locked and loaded, when the end gon’ be?
pacing, patiently waiting for world war iii
just paranoid ol’ me
bottles of water with the mres
locked and loaded, when the end gon’ be?
pacing, patiently waiting for world war iii

[verse 2]
this your brain on me
a pinch of paranoia noise i’ma lay on beats
dead president pressure, where the séance be?
way off peace, think i need a day off week
delay all sleep, it’s two am and where my mind at?
malcolm x, i’m at the window with the blinds cracked
might be next you never when you gon’ find cats
kicking in your door where you been holed to get your spine clapped
feeling like an adversary
while p-ssing the police with packs that hairy i jacket carry
these motherf-ckers cuff you for nothing
no acting scary dare you let ‘em jump to -ssumptions
where the f-ck the comeuppance
i just see a bunch of uppity muppets, puppets to sc-m wrists
duck kid and run sh-t, they busting they guns quick
the government son b-tches come and you done with

[verse 3]
our cities they are falling down
ferguson in flames and flint ain’t got no water now
we on the corner getting slaughtered by the order hounds
all around we falling through the cracks, tip-toeing tryna find the solid ground
but we just fodder for the cows
when corporations control every thought behind our brows
social media is free cause you and me we ain’t the customers
no we the product, sell our customs to the hustlers
sell our data to feds
and facial recognition got our names up on our heads
privacy it p-ssed away afraid to say it’s dead
try and see a change and get them chains up on your legs
our planet it is dying
while republicans deny it and try to defy the science
where the riots when the pious billionaires decide elections
what the f-ck is next, it got me questioning and stressing

- madic

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