The microphone
explodes
Shattering
the molds
You either
drop the hits like De La O
Or get the
f*** off the commode
With the sure
shot
Sure to make
the bodies drop
Drop and don't
copy yo
Don't call
this a co-opt
Terror rains
drenchin'
Quenchin'
tha thirst of the power dons
That five
side fist-a-gon
That rotten
sore on the face of mother earth
Gets bigger
The triggers
cold
Empty your
purse
Rally 'round
your family
With a pocket
full of shells
They rally
'round your family
With a pocket
full of shells
They rally
'round your family
With a pocket
full of shells
They rally
'round your family
With a pocket
full of shells
Weapons not
food
Not homes
Not shoes
Not need
Just feed
the war cannibal animal
I walk the
corner to the rubble
That used
to be a library
Line up to
the mind cemetery
What we don't
know keeps the contracts alive and movin'
They don't
gotta burn the books they just remove
While arms
warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally round
the family
Pockets full
of shells
Rally 'round
your family
With a pocket
full of shells
They rally
'round your family
With a pocket
full of shells
They rally
'round your family
With a pocket
full of shells
They rally
'round your family
With a pocket
full of shells
Bulls on parade
Quit it now
Quit it now
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade