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primere – new hitler lyrics

[verse 1: primere]
brown pride ‘till i die, representing my people
feebleminded kids acting like we ain’t be equal
dawg, you bring it on yourself, i don’t get har-ssed by the pigs
‘cause they give me a shovel, or two, but i don’t go dig my grave
insane how you don’t see it
here’s a can, here’s a wall, dress-code, go and be in
the gang, on the block, at the park smoking meth
let your homies teach you how to hate your people ‘till your death
d-mn, you want me to hate on your enemies
we have the same last name, makes no sense to me
my blood’s in his veins through our ancestors
but i got to k!ll him ’cause his hood’s got three different letters
okay, i ain’t in
i don’t f-ck with yours and i’ll never side with his
always screaming racism that and racism this
but hating on your own is as worse as it gets homie

[hook: primere]
swear to god, you’re the new hitler
make a change homie, do it quicker
brown pride ’till we die motherf-cker
represent for your brothers and your sisters
uh, throw your hands in the air
f-ck the opps, you don’t care
throw your hands in the air, one time
swear to god, you’re the new hitler

[verse 2: primere]
twisting your fingers, teaching me all the disses
you’re the big homie so you know i’m gonna listen
got my ears open, and i’m ready to learn
if you go to h-ll, i’m going with you dawg, and we’re both gonna burn
oh wait, that sound familiar?
shave our heads, label ourselves as a familia
expanding the neighborhood like we’re n-z- germany
risking my life, these fools will murder me before i’m even thirty three
these dirty streets got no love
eight-hundred-eighteen ways to die, you’re risking all of the above
for what? the propaganda?
got a colored flag on your shoulder, get pulled over at random
mad at the cops for getting involved
like the u.s. in ’41, dropping them bombs
in ’45, carry .45s at your hip
extra knives in your pockets with loaded clips, d-mn

[verse 3: primere]
the only enemies are aryan white-supremacists
i’d expect it from them, but in the presence of
kids my age, my race, i see no difference
k!lling other bangers, shooting them from a distance
it’s obvious that it’s hood supremacy
k!ll me if you want, but your children will remember me
eventually, i’ll be a legend see, i’m not afraid to speak
i’m just ashamed, disappointed that my friends are weak
in the head, i don’t want to see them dead
for pressing a kid who won’t like the things he’s said
like where’s the f-ck you from foo, what the f-ck you claim?
what motherf-cker? here’s a slug to your brain!
d-mn, another latino down in the dirt
with no success to his name, but his dirty work
flipping bags on the block in a devil’s bargain
or sweating in a white man’s garden… f-ck

- primere lyrics

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