bambu - militant greetings, bobby lyrics
beatrock
brrrt
yo
i make the type of sh-t they play on every single corner
here in southern california, where they fired chris dorner
born and raised to pull a ski-mask and revolver out a duffle
gas compression on the muzzle ‘case a mark wanna struggle (bang)
criminal when laws protect the rich and harm ours
they been livin’ so grand while the rest of ours starve
full charge like guerrillas pushing peace on the mountainside
sound like graduation when they let them caps fly (bang)
tired of compromise
tired of losing lives
i don’t advocate it
but i support the people’s right to feel so backed against the wall, that popping off is all that’s left
’cause we don’t know what life is like to feel like bucking’s all that’s left, bet
just is just the drummer
give me four more
cubicles and traffic jams is not what we were born for
tour more, just to get to word out to my people
soon as that record touch that needle
[chorus]
somebody tell somebody to get bodies in the building
somebody’s gonna have to be a witness to the k!lling
somebody tell somebody to get bodies in the place
somebody tell that bouncer to get outta my face
(scratching: snayk-eyez)
f-ck out the way
peace to militants
greeting from me and my kasamas
and peace those who got you when the others didn’t bother
peace to baby mommas who don’t ever break the code
and f-ck a deadbeat dad, you f-cking up the mold
cold when i get up on that stage and throw down
and when i start my verses you might never hear a sound
’cause every ear stuck on every words from big buck
walking down c-n-l with a super big gun
go ahead and stop me
go ahead and frisk me
go ahead and test me
see if i don’t get busy
billy club packing nypd get rushed
same for lapd
don’t ever say what’s up
what’s up is i’m a menace from the southern part of cali
used to cruise to laurel canyon in a caddy
kick it. just to get the word out to my people
soon as that record hit the needle
[chorus]
somebody tell somebody to get bodies in the building
somebody’s gonna have to be a witness to the k!lling
somebody tell somebody to get bodies in the place
somebody tell that bouncer to get outta my face
(scratching: snayk-eyez)
f-ck out the way
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