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letra de more campbell's - ziiiro the comet

[intro]
um
nope, no ad-libs
oh, wait, wait okay i got one ready? um don’t put your
fucking finger in my afro or i’ma chop that shit off (whoo!)

[verse 1]
they told me that they wanted more campbell’s like “please?” proud to see my niggas in the streets like (mmm)
ooh, they askin’ more questions, they looked in the pot and seen somethin’ ain’t cookin’ right
all of my brothers and all of my sisters wakin’ up and ready to join the fight
so i’ma keep sharpening minds to sharpen their tongues ’til they slice like a butcher knife (finger-lickin’, finger-lickin’ good)
fast food is trash food, eat it even though we know
but you should know, your mouth ain’t the only hole that consumes as you go
open up your eyes and check the ingredients to your shows
if you can’t say you learnin’ somethin’ ‘bout yourself, they pacifyin’ you with every episode *tv static*
the revolution will not be televised, the revolution will not be socialized *tv static*
restitutions will not be compromised, we pickin’ up from generations terrorized
servin’ life for crimes that been decriminalized, and it don’t matter if your rights have been memorized
hands up, face down, victimized, just bein’ alive justifies their rights to be terrified
lock my father up for ten years for somethin’ financial
turner raped a woman in the streets, three months later nigga’s out and chuggin’ handles? (are you fucking serious?)
remember when i said this justice system needs to be dismantled
keep fuckin’ around, think i’m jokin’ ‘til you end up cryin’ over family vigil candles *woman crying*
crutcher, rice, garner, scott, all the browns and all the joneses
washington, madison, ashley, gray, jefferson, moland
parker, bland, allison, jackson, rodriguez, and owens
why’s this list of hashtags and bodybags still fuckin’ growin’?
what’s sad is there’s enough names to keep that rhyme scheme goin’
what’s worse is they don’t give a single fuck ‘bout what your camera’s showin’
what’s funny is our tax dollars went into those body cameras
that miraculously keep on turning off whenever five-oh’s on the brink of an explosion (aha, got ’em)
why the fuck is it so hard for blacks to walk away arrested? (that looks like a bad dude) *gunshot*
r.i.p to every single victim of police aggression
and c’est la vie to the usa this fuckin’ election
lookin’ like we ‘bout to either end up in another world war or a d-mn depression (all crime will be legal)
trump’s about five seconds from calling us niggers on air
these campaigns been such a joke that most of us don’t even care
but to keep it a buck, if this clown gets elected we all should be scared
’cause first it’s the muslims and then it’s the latins and then it’s everyone with naps in their hair
(i have a great relationship with the blacks, i have, i’ve always had a great-)
(what the hell? what kind of lowkey, retro-racist–ss kinda shit?)
we laugh to keep from crying, we fight to keep from dying
we pray to keep from frying, but what the fuck we s’posed to do ‘bout every politician out here lying?
(hillary, hillary, hillary) hillary, you got some ‘xplainin’ to do, don’t you make me have to “campbell’s” you too
flip floppin’ ever since the get down, feels like all y’all moves is just for the views
lucky sanders still ain’t in the runnin’, he’s the only one that’s been consistently true
honestly, i’m not even certain that i’m gonna vote for either one of you two
and yes i know my ancestors fought for these rights, but it feels like i’m only votin’ out of self-defense
a country that threatens a man for kneeling for the anthem but ain’t say shit about these deaths
a country that empathizes with the dylan roofs but can demonize all the rest
this is cocoa roulette, one blank, five in the chamber and pray nobody i know is- *crashing*
what the fuck? *gun c-cks* aw dam- *gunshot* *body drop*

- ziiiro the comet

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