歌曲 | Kevorkian |
歌手 | Public Enemy |
专辑 | There's a Poison Goin' On... |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hawk | |
Start a war on the poor gettin mad donations | |
Takin cheese out of poor nations | |
Got haitians still on sugar plantations | |
Wiped em out called it exotic vacations. | |
As you dig it they set up regulations | |
Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients. | |
What's the diff no buts ands or ifs... | |
Now i need a place to hide away. | |
Are you ready are you ready | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Oh no it's doctor death | |
Killer man atomic b-boys in japan. | |
Another brother dies up in sudan | |
Kevorkian got the heads lookin for that kill em | |
Dead from the feds shit man | |
Contaminated in sad predicaments | |
Blood threats, blastin continents | |
Kings, queens dead presidents | |
Can't tell me where my chiza went. | |
Take em down blow the house down blaw | |
The evils got you wobblin like weebles | |
Thinking you equal, killin lost peoples | |
No sequal remember biko | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Oh no it's doctor death | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Killin millions til they're last breath | |
Got no right to be dead ass wrong | |
Killin me softly with your songs | |
Bring the noise | |
But surrounded by cowboys | |
Indigenous but wiped out | |
Diggin new ditches | |
Can you dig it | |
Turnin tricks at the tip of politics | |
The devils slick, gettin their head split | |
I spit at those hypocrites | |
So i sticks to the music | |
Think about it it's god | |
You better get with the scene | |
Keep you and i from being human beings | |
You deserve what you deserve, | |
If you believe what he believes | |
And into everything you leave. | |
Oh what a tangled web you weave, | |
When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees | |
Bringing satan down to his knees |
zuo ci : Hawk | |
Start a war on the poor gettin mad donations | |
Takin cheese out of poor nations | |
Got haitians still on sugar plantations | |
Wiped em out called it exotic vacations. | |
As you dig it they set up regulations | |
Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients. | |
What' s the diff no buts ands or ifs... | |
Now i need a place to hide away. | |
Are you ready are you ready | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Oh no it' s doctor death | |
Killer man atomic bboys in japan. | |
Another brother dies up in sudan | |
Kevorkian got the heads lookin for that kill em | |
Dead from the feds shit man | |
Contaminated in sad predicaments | |
Blood threats, blastin continents | |
Kings, queens dead presidents | |
Can' t tell me where my chiza went. | |
Take em down blow the house down blaw | |
The evils got you wobblin like weebles | |
Thinking you equal, killin lost peoples | |
No sequal remember biko | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Oh no it' s doctor death | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Killin millions til they' re last breath | |
Got no right to be dead ass wrong | |
Killin me softly with your songs | |
Bring the noise | |
But surrounded by cowboys | |
Indigenous but wiped out | |
Diggin new ditches | |
Can you dig it | |
Turnin tricks at the tip of politics | |
The devils slick, gettin their head split | |
I spit at those hypocrites | |
So i sticks to the music | |
Think about it it' s god | |
You better get with the scene | |
Keep you and i from being human beings | |
You deserve what you deserve, | |
If you believe what he believes | |
And into everything you leave. | |
Oh what a tangled web you weave, | |
When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees | |
Bringing satan down to his knees |
zuò cí : Hawk | |
Start a war on the poor gettin mad donations | |
Takin cheese out of poor nations | |
Got haitians still on sugar plantations | |
Wiped em out called it exotic vacations. | |
As you dig it they set up regulations | |
Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients. | |
What' s the diff no buts ands or ifs... | |
Now i need a place to hide away. | |
Are you ready are you ready | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Oh no it' s doctor death | |
Killer man atomic bboys in japan. | |
Another brother dies up in sudan | |
Kevorkian got the heads lookin for that kill em | |
Dead from the feds shit man | |
Contaminated in sad predicaments | |
Blood threats, blastin continents | |
Kings, queens dead presidents | |
Can' t tell me where my chiza went. | |
Take em down blow the house down blaw | |
The evils got you wobblin like weebles | |
Thinking you equal, killin lost peoples | |
No sequal remember biko | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Oh no it' s doctor death | |
Whose the real docs of death | |
Killin millions til they' re last breath | |
Got no right to be dead ass wrong | |
Killin me softly with your songs | |
Bring the noise | |
But surrounded by cowboys | |
Indigenous but wiped out | |
Diggin new ditches | |
Can you dig it | |
Turnin tricks at the tip of politics | |
The devils slick, gettin their head split | |
I spit at those hypocrites | |
So i sticks to the music | |
Think about it it' s god | |
You better get with the scene | |
Keep you and i from being human beings | |
You deserve what you deserve, | |
If you believe what he believes | |
And into everything you leave. | |
Oh what a tangled web you weave, | |
When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees | |
Bringing satan down to his knees |