dispatch - bulls on parade lyrics
the microphone explodes, shattering the molds
either drop tha hits like de la o or get tha f-ck off tha commode
wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
drop an don’t copy yo, don’t call this a co-op
terror rains drenchin’, quenchin’ tha thirst of tha power dons
that five sided fist-a-gon
tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
tha triggers cold empty ya purse
rally round tha family, with a pocket full of sh-lls
they rally round tha family, with a pocket full of sh-lls
they rally round tha family, with a pocket full of sh-lls
they rally round tha family, with a pocket full of sh-lls, come on
weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
i walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
line up to tha mind cemetery now
what we don’t know keeps tha contracts alive an movin’
they don’t gotta burn tha books they just remove ’em
while arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
rally round tha family, pockets full of sh-lls
rally round tha family, with a pocket full of sh-lls
they rally round tha family, with a pocket full of sh-lls
they rally round tha family, with a pocket full of sh-lls
you rally round tha family, with a pocket full of sh-lls
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