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letra de fuck the media - the terrorists

[dope-e]
yeah, getting ready to slash to media…
you see, what you need to do is start jocking the right information…

f-ck the media coming straight from the terrorists crew
i don’t love none of ya’ll hoes so f-ck you
you never understand the things i write
until you spend a night in the south park twilight
i’m steadily trying to reach my black folks
but all you wanna see is a n-gga with black locs
and you be knowing what the f-ck we be saying
and you know d-mn well we ain’t playing
now, as simple as that, stop spreading lies
before i place m-60 right between your eyes (yikes!)
cause now ya’ll got me mad as h-ll
and all you jealous pens’ writing tattle tales
but i don’t give a f-ck about your -ss
see, ya’ll just mad a n-gga rolling in cold cash
i’m down with rap-a-lot
now i got a lot
and i’ll be d-mned to let you f-ck over what i got
i kick that knowledge on a roughest tip
call egypt soft, you be bl–dy with a busted lip
all because i rap with a slang and hang…
with the south park coalition game
together forever, hard n-ggas real tight
everybody strapped with them 9’s and we will fight
crashing bodies and throwin ’em in the trash
grab their pens and pads and shove it up their -ss
f-ck the media…

[bushwick bill]
[left channel]
f-ck them motherf-ckers, dope-e! me and dope-e are the world’s first fully functional homicide agency. you don’t really wanna f-ck with me. wait till they get a load of us! [right channel]
f-ck them motherf-ckers, dope-e, ’cause i don’t love ’em! them motherf-ckers come on tv f-cking with you, man… nothing but lies… f-ck them all! wait till they get a load of me…

[dope-e]
you ask why i rap about violence and not peace
hoe, get out my face before i burn you with some hot grease
yeah, dope-e know the game cause i’m down
see, everything i tell you now later it’ll be changed around
now, why you wanna start some static…
with the terrorists knowing d-mn well we cause tragic
fatal disasters, you betta run and hide
’cause i play quincy and inject you with some cyanide
catch somebody else, one by one, that oughta get ’em
if not i’m forced to use another form of terrorism
whether i’m violent or silent, bodies still drop
johnny law steps up, no sweat, nip k!lls cops
see, what you fail to understand i’m a black poet
a brainchild of this society, so blow it
out your -ssh0l-, ’cause i write what i see…
in the streets of houston and on the screens of the tv
and that’s the way it is and that’s the way it gonna be
and keep your distance and your hands off me
and when i’m in concert, give me some clearance
remember, fatal mishaps happen when there interference
f-ck the media…

[bushwick bill]
[left channel]
i likes the way it sounds… (laughs) but yo, dig this, man, them motherf-ckers ain’t never been where we been; they never seen what we have seen. yeah, i tried to k!ll myself, but i got shot in the eye. and then the media wanna ask me why? what if i were to put you under the same pressures you put me under? how would you like the microscope to be on your -ss? don’t you know that the ghetto’s nothing but a modern day vietnam, and my backyard is a concentration camp? and you wonder why i smoke amp? because you motherf-ckers put it in my neighborhood, ’cause you always up to no good! but f-ck you, f-ck the government, and f-ck everything you stand for, ’cause you say that we’re “all the same, all created equal”? the only thing that’s equal is the fact that you’re white and know how to add up, (scoffs) and subtract my black -ss from what’s rightfully mines! it’s ok…it all don’t have to make sense, see, cause i already know that i’m not all together there, but your psychiatrist put me there! but f-ck ’em. f-ck them all! all i need is more knowledge, more wisdom and more understanding, so i can see even clearer, and then i’ll f-ck over your b-tch -ss! [right channel]
f-ck them motherf-ckers. godd-mn them sons of b-tches. don’t they know who they f-cking with? don’t they know i’m their worst nightmare? i’m a type of motherf-cker you think you see, but i’m not really there. but all my thoughts are clear, ’cause i live off of fear. all i wanna do is suck your blood dry and smoke some fry, and your mama wanna ask me why… (laughs) man, f-ck them, man! you like to report sh-t? well, report me getting my motherf-cking fist out of your mother’s forehead, ’cause i know half of my body is chucky and the other half is bushwick, and f-cking over media ain’t nothing but “child’s play!” the f-cking media with that tell-lie-vision — i already know you’re “telling lies to my vision”! and dope-e is ready to light some true facts, and you are just straight up full of sh-t! weather reporters? we be out there on the streets. we are in the middle of a war zone. y’all sit back behind your desk and send some other sucker to tell you some sh-t that ain’t even true, but if you keep f-cking with me, you gonna know what is what…!

[both channels]
yai-yai-yaiks on your b-tch -ss!

- the terrorists

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