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letra de reagan era - no more ls

[chorus: bryce mills]
dope sh-t trickling down like it’s the reagan era
what would you do to make sure your family is taken care of?
reflecting on years of bad luck like you were breaking mirrors
just to rise up slanging that sophisticated terror
you see, being woke is cancerous to your mental
i’m ready for smoke rolling with cannabis and a pistol
i feel like 2pac how i’m planning to land on death row
‘stead of looking to god we’ll pen the anarchist manifesto

[verse 1: bryce mills]
they funneled in the crack to a populace in need
to fund right wing death squads to fight the communist regime
abuses of thе us are synonymous with greed
i took a trip on ayahuasca and know the shaman is supremе
hallucinations of my vices in miami
figuring out that price of a high’s landing
now i’m always keeping my eyes to the sky jamming
ten toes down and i’m trying to die standing
you know you only fly as long as the pilot’s good
long as they don’t put their greasy palms on your livelihood
sweating bullets they’ll k!ll you with, calm when you might be shook
never know the outcome of strong arming a righteous crook
600 can’t pay rent but it can score you a gun
then you can hit a l!ck and go to war on some drugs
the one percent of the world are why you’re poor without funds
and class traitors at their defense are more wh0res that we’ll cut
[chorus 2: brogodzilla]
dope sh-t trickling down like it’s the reagan era
what would you do to make sure your family’s taken care of?
reflecting on years of bad luck like you were breaking mirrors
just to rise up slanging that sophisticated terror
you see, being woke is cancerous to your mental
i’m ready for smoke rolling with cannabis and a pistol
i feeling like biggie how i’m ready to die for my folk
looking to god, he gave me strength to fight for survival

[verse 2: brogodzilla]
know we at odds, but i was sent to up-weave the broadloom
america’s colorful, aye some would call it a cartoon
you stuck inside the walls of confinement, yo bro they got you
reality’s an industry, the shows about to start soon
drown me with information
target me with your harpoon
they left me in this environment
and taught me how to read and write
so now i gotta live to teach the young-ins to exploit the fight
make a track about it; i’m sure there’s plenty of chart room
beyond vomiting
they made a market out of s-d-st values
and use it as an excuse to shoot us down, ad hominem
these are the tools that we had found at the park you left
we ain’t even proud of this
n-ggas doin bids for sh-t thats legal in corporate
find another way to count us out, see how much more you get
every single politician now is a closeted extortionist
and that ain’t even all folks, f-ck porky pig
[chorus 1: bryce mills]
dope sh-t trickling down like it’s the reagan era
what would you do to make sure your family is taken care of?
reflecting on years of bad luck like you were breaking mirrors
just to rise up slanging that sophisticated terror
you see, being woke is cancerous to your mental
i’m ready for smoke rolling with cannabis and a pistol
i feel like 2pac how i’m planning to land on death row
‘stead of looking to god we’ll pen the anarchist manifesto

[chorus 2: brogodzilla]
dope sh-t trickling down like it’s the reagan era
what would you do to make sure your family’s taken care of?
reflecting on years of bad luck like you were breaking mirrors
just to rise up slanging that sophisticated terror
you see, being woke is cancerous to your mental
i’m ready for smoke rolling with cannabis and a pistol
i feeling like biggie how i’m ready to die for my folk
looking to god, he gave me strength to fight for survival
(i guess we all on hold)

- no more ls

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