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us: thefolks - paramount lyrics

[verse: ang’geon]

crime today
the tension seems to escalate
i can’t escape
detention center occupant
regulate
poppin’ pistols percolate
played it safe
just in case that escalade circled the block
them boys ain’t from ’round my way
but, hey, to the highest estates
to the t, i cut these niggas straight off with the blade
hey, my philosophy’s a mockery of everybody bothering
i’ve had it to the neck while these niggas here bottling
by the cases
battle of the bases
face it on a daily basis
basic logic if you’re following
howling for your aces
they jackin’ niggas for their faces
tasteless, graceless
can’t believe these niggas straight copied + pasted
black gun, white klan, my hand, they run
sprayed maces on the faces
sittin’ adjacent to the children living faithless

[chorus: e=mc + ang’geon]

we marchin’ to get it
forget it, just live it
never forgettin’
that i gotta just get it
get right, get right
we marchin’ to get it
never forgiving
marchin’ at the beat of the drum
runnin’ through ditches
goin’ from rags to riches
niggas is livid
get right, get right

[verse1: e=mc]

moving precisely
lightly through crisis
like christ, he’s
messin’ with your psyche
in sessions
no protection
from this recession
picking them clean, interception
being picked apart in sections
projections carefully
selecting rejection
of section 8 applications prospects
just another reject from the projects
time to depress, release the stress
escape, where’s the eject
b-tton, it’s worth something
to speak with a voice
than sayin’ nothing
the repercussion is minor
then pouring out a piece
stick up a diner
for minor figures
they call him
sticky itchy trigger fingers
the pain still lingers
if i broke your heart, clavicle or femur
and if i cut you slow, you’re still a bleeder
jeans pleated
dreams-seeded hate feed
engaged to rage peed
on faces to taste me
keep pace if you
planning to race me
ain’t no change in the name
it’s me it’s e equals mc

[chorus]

[hook: ang’geon + e=mc]
we ain’t got much left, dog
we gotta get it right(your left, left, left-right, left-right, left)
gotta get it right (your left, left, left-right, left-right, left)
gotta get it right (your left, left, left-right, left-right, left)
gotta get it right(your left, left, left-right, left-right, left)

[verse 2:]

in this time of need
we’re at war it’s time for peace
can’t you see
don’t you hear the screams
i can’t breathe!
dead by the hands of police
center stage on main streets
held in correctional facilities
man y’all k!llin me
black lives, no justice
i can’t trust this system
murder cases, dismiss them
unless they livin’ in prison
the murder rates have risen
it’s the night of the living dead
break bread to pay feds
blood shed, hands red
i’m fed up
murdered in cold blood with our hands up
gettin’ shot instead of strung up
no need for handcuffs
stand up
it’s time to man up
no questions
just arrest him
then lay em to rest
after 6 shots to the chest
no progression
deep depression
paying the price with our life for lessons in corruption
the instructions
tear down our walls
complete destruction
our streets are rugged
no money in the hood for construction
we can’t reconstruct this
so why bother reproduction

[chorus: e= mc]

- us thefolks lyrics

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