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crooked i – rebel radio lyrics

[intro]
they call me a radical thinker
i call me a real n+gga
yeah
you know
so many of these racist police wanna see me in jail
either that or in a grave
but f+ck that
yeah
n+gga, i ain’t no racist
i love america
i just hate so many of you m+th+f+ckin’ americans
yeah
you understand my struggle
yeah

[verse 1]
follow me
hand over your heart, join the c.o.b
militant n+gga, f+ck a c+o+p
follow me
i take you to where real n+ggas oughta be
they knock the door on the poor, but crooked got a key
see, my philosophy is escapin’ this poverty
infiltrate uncle sam’s monopoly
follow me
riches and b+tches, purchasin’ property
ghetto n+ggas should live properly (yeah)
follow me
they want us as slaves, got me in a f+ckin’ rage
my words jump off the page every time i hit the stage
for homies locked in the cage, i’m about to get the gauge
when the police runnin’ raids, i’m takin’ all fades
georgia pigs p+ssed in my cousins face
now i’m in atlanta with hammers, ’bout to catch another case
gun up under your chin
oh, what a f+ckin’ waste
i’ll send your brains to outer sp+ce
a f+ckin’ nutcase
[chorus]
yeah
i’m sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f+ck ’em all, i’ma get my bread
yeah
sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f+ck ’em all, i get my bread

[verse 2]
follow me
i walk in the front and put my life on the line
they brainwashin’ your mind and it’s a crime
follow me
we should be malcolm x and garvey combined
we steppin’ on land mines, we out of time
follow me
i open your eyes so you can see the truth
f+ck the lies the media tries to feed the youth
g+ngb+ngers unite, n+gga, we’ll lead a truce
father your seeds when you reproduce
follow me
to the range, learn to aim, clean up your nina
teach you how to get paid to push a 350 modena
show you when you see a politician, give ’em the finger
look at hurricane katrina, my n+gga
follow me
i’ll teach you how to not collide with shots
and if you do leave the earth, put your nine to cops
you disagree to try to survive [?]
crooked thinks outside the box, my n+gga
follow me
[chorus]
yeah
i’m sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f+ck ’em all, i’ma get my bread
yeah
sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead (yeah, n+gga)
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f+ck ’em all, i get my bread

[outro]
f+ck ’em all
yeah
the m+th+f+ckers who…
them atlanta pd p+ssed in my cousins face, homie
them las vegas police cracked my m+th+f+ckin’ brothers skull, homeboy
them l.a. pd chased me down, n+gga
they tried to k!ll me
think i give a f+ck about a racist ass cop, n+gga?
h+ll nah!
got me thinkin’ like ayatollah khomeini around this b+tch!

- crooked i lyrics

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