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letra de genocide - the thought

[verse: the thought]
this the story of the people that been crushed by oppression
subject to the blooded evils, and their ordered directions
interrupting every steeple with a chord for the reverence
the cuts that only heal, if they get the ointment and essence
then it’s a blessing to feel, “go say your grace for the pain”
“you should come when i say heel”, to taste a trickle of rain
they’re still slipping on a peel, “take that shock to your brain!”
live to stock your every meal then bust their block to raise a stain
you got that mainline (pumping) with the state’s wine (bumping)
they don’t take time (nothing) for the lame minds (dusted)
so they tame lives (fussing) for the great find (something)
they could rape five (l-sting) in the name of what they framing as god
you ain’t the same? you down the drain, and so, their blaming is odd
the bodies laid across the grain and all for slivers of sod
now it’s grave, to so behave, to scr-pe for glimmers of pride
‘cause your faith, you so mistake, as what delivers the mind
got more heart than artichokes, my roots go deep in the desert
like i started in a rope, but now my seats made of leather
only bargain when i’m broke, quarter piece – lemon pepper
it ain’t garbage that i smoke, i got stokely and he’s clever
so why’re we hoping for better, when we’re still focused on the brands?
miss the stroke by a breath, beat the settler’s hands
it wasn’t manifest destiny, it was murder for land (burn your f-cking flag)
but it was done by the letter and went according to plan
they think i hate america, i just hate our history (burn your f-cking flag)
and the way we turning genocide into “victory”
they think i hate america, i just hate our history (burn your f-cking flag)
and the way we turning genocide into “victory”
[refrain: the thought]
burn your f-cking flag

[verse: bezel365]
-awaiting transcription-

[refrain: the thought & bezel365]
burn your f-cking flag
(better yet) burn your f-cking flag
(better yet) burn your f-cking flag
burn it down to ash, yeah!

[verse: da’juan dupri]
this ain’t the home of the free or the brave, so don’t rave
economy saved off the backs of all of the slaves
hebrews in america made yah give me grace
to the grave, my enemies faces never will change
settled in shame, same thing happened to cain
or was it abel? yahusha on ‘em, he flipping them tables
thinking ‘bout a label, you can put me in, ain’t you?
but sanctification ain’t really what you searching for, ain’t it?
i oughta be oddly, it’s hardly a hobby, you n-z-s involved
in a posse to party, she passing bacardi, i’m sorry
but i’m not into cardi, i’m feeling like marty to mozzy
couldn’t be c-cky, don’t end up like rocky
barely understand when i’m talking, they think i’m gaddafi
but i’m not the one to be sloppy, i’ll pull up and pop ‘em, i’m dropping
out american conscience, i’m stopping these monsters, i promise
if you tryna be honest, then give me a sign, not the silence
don’t need an alliance, yahuah got me through the violence
showing love through kindness, o wonder why these people dying
wipe them tears, i’m trying, haters out here really sighing
hoping i’m flying, if i’m flying, it’s to zion
need to undermine ‘em, yahuah said it’s all about timing
give me the fire, i’ll refine ‘em, looking like some diamonds
[refrain: the thought]
burn your f-cking flag
burn it down to ash, yeah!

- the thought

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