歌曲 | Ghetto Rebels |
歌手 | YoungStar |
歌手 | Life Cypher |
专辑 | USSR: The Art of Listening |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Peare, Philbert, Smith | |
(feat. Phi-Life Cypher) | |
[Phi-Life] | |
I'm vexed and perplexed like Malcolm X | |
On stage with chains around their necks | |
From the thread of the governments evil flex | |
I'm taking steps against the kind of lies they try to bring me | |
As a ? soldier with ? | |
Daily papers they're just propaganda scriptures from the government | |
It's not the daily news, it's the daily satanical supplement | |
Cause they don't deal with holy testaments just war and pestilence | |
Can I get a witness I don't need one in fact there's too much evidence | |
Spying on the people lying evil little devils | |
They're recruiting demon soldiers while they execute our rebels | |
CCTV cameras set up on no man's borders | |
They're not for law and order, they're Lucifer's camcorders | |
Politicians they're not concord borders they're using flying saucers | |
Decide to take to the sky or travel underwater | |
Chameleon type reptilians moving they're tongues like geckos | |
And they're trying to turn our ghettos into oversized death rows | |
You want heroin there's tons of that, guns and crack | |
But who's got the funds and cash the same people who supply guns to Iraq | |
They're pimping the public like rent boys prostitutes and hookers | |
Bringing strain to the brain as you remain in this giant pressure cooker | |
Behind your back trying to took your promise the world and overlook us | |
Spreading the evil love of Beelzebub, these human race butchers | |
Mankind destroyers, life I'm chasing those freemasons | |
Chasing 'em back to the place of birth to reverse all of their creations | |
Scientists give us fabrication of mathematical equations | |
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[Cypher] | |
Well listen I'm more than vexed | |
I live in a time where I can't afford to flex | |
The police are stopping and searching just like some illegal border checks | |
You better beware we're living inside of lucifers era | |
My cypher's been scientifically sent back in time to prepare ya | |
So start stoning the Babylonians to show you're controlling then | |
Cause this Babylon been fuelling my anger just like petroleum | |
I'm scolding them with the hard rhymes from a scarred mind | |
From living amongst the hard times | |
Where people just working through all of the serpentine | |
The devils disciple that stifle our plans for freedom | |
If wee keep conforming to all these laws set by the demons | |
They're thinking they're intellects | |
By plugging the whole world with the internet | |
If they thinking they got me they're information be incorrect | |
I'm using my third eye to guide I through the wilderness | |
Cause the system in Babylon's bad and there's enough people that's skilled in this | |
I'm vexed with the devils descendents with paganist pendants | |
For having the lack of faith and a disregard for repentance | |
My lyrical sentence is longer than people that's charged for child sex | |
Cause all the disordered leaders are into having a wild flex | |
I'm vexed with the government sects for giving this minimum wage | |
And working this nine 'til five bringing heat to my simmering rage | |
The rebellious Rastafarian that's flinging his fist to the system | |
[Phi-Life] | |
Listen Atti if the devil tries to take Selassie | |
Put some ? you lose more blood than the face of Arturo Gati | |
I'm a raw rhyming anti smoking idol keeping it tribal | |
While reading pages of the bible to gain vision as a disciple | |
Studying at rasta night school while using my tongue as a rifle | |
Sniping you worse than the bible cause life I'm all about survival | |
I spitting my violent recitals so bright that they melt your eyeballs | |
Turning the Anti-Christ suicidal wrestle the devil like Shawn Michaels | |
The clash of the titans will over crush the devil and take his title | |
Phi-Life will remain his messengers cause a rasta revival | |
No time to idle the rastas are rising black we come to wipe out crack | |
Paint the Whitehouse black and speak real fast to the children | |
Expose our government foes who know the truth will never be told | |
They teach the people the root of all evil while they're stashing all of the gold | |
Attacking their souls and spirits until your life is finished | |
Phi-Life I spit the righteous lyrics | |
Chained the minds of the cynics held the blind endemic | |
Cause when I talk my vocal is blessed with holy powers | |
Making the devils cower while shaking the foundations of the Babylon tower | |
I terminate them like T2 when I spit my scriptures in Hebrew | |
A politicians not an honest man like a hologram he be see-through | |
Trying to deceive you lead you up the path so that they can feed you | |
Phi-Life I'm a friend of races representing the rasta nation | |
So when we flex on a rhythm we draw on the powers of the law of exorcism | |
Inject the rhythm of the holy serum purify all the fat cats | |
Who experiment on innocent lives of people like they were monkeys or lab rats | |
[Cypher] | |
My ? sound tear the transponders out of your pounds | |
And explode Babylon satellites that scanning down to the ground | |
With the type of coast to reveal we're living under a microscope | |
My cipher be strangling Babylonians with the tightest rope | |
I'm fringing the violence you can fuck with living with silence | |
Cause before long they be forcing us into buying a breathing licence | |
I'm dissing authority with my forces of purity | |
I piss in the parliament and I fart on the face of conformity | |
I never fill in the government census they cunningly sent us | |
It's asking me information like what I ate for my breakfast | |
Cause we the Messiah that's bringing more fire to the empire | |
With the type of tribal recitals that's setting Satan on fire | |
We're culling the paganist shaman the Phi-Life Cypher will slay them | |
Reveal the seventh seal to start the freemason complaining | |
With positive action infiltrates into paganist factions | |
I smashing your playstation and all these tools of distraction | |
With adequate satisfaction I smashing Babylon's walls | |
To stop all the gat cat bureaucrats from giving it all |
zuo ci : Peare, Philbert, Smith | |
feat. PhiLife Cypher | |
PhiLife | |
I' m vexed and perplexed like Malcolm X | |
On stage with chains around their necks | |
From the thread of the governments evil flex | |
I' m taking steps against the kind of lies they try to bring me | |
As a nbsp? soldier with nbsp? | |
Daily papers they' re just propaganda scriptures from the government | |
It' s not the daily news, it' s the daily satanical supplement | |
Cause they don' t deal with holy testaments just war and pestilence | |
Can I get a witness I don' t need one in fact there' s too much evidence | |
Spying on the people lying evil little devils | |
They' re recruiting demon soldiers while they execute our rebels | |
CCTV cameras set up on no man' s borders | |
They' re not for law and order, they' re Lucifer' s camcorders | |
Politicians they' re not concord borders they' re using flying saucers | |
Decide to take to the sky or travel underwater | |
Chameleon type reptilians moving they' re tongues like geckos | |
And they' re trying to turn our ghettos into oversized death rows | |
You want heroin there' s tons of that, guns and crack | |
But who' s got the funds and cash the same people who supply guns to Iraq | |
They' re pimping the public like rent boys prostitutes and hookers | |
Bringing strain to the brain as you remain in this giant pressure cooker | |
Behind your back trying to took your promise the world and overlook us | |
Spreading the evil love of Beelzebub, these human race butchers | |
Mankind destroyers, life I' m chasing those freemasons | |
Chasing ' em back to the place of birth to reverse all of their creations | |
Scientists give us fabrication of mathematical equations | |
Cypher | |
Well listen I' m more than vexed | |
I live in a time where I can' t afford to flex | |
The police are stopping and searching just like some illegal border checks | |
You better beware we' re living inside of lucifers era | |
My cypher' s been scientifically sent back in time to prepare ya | |
So start stoning the Babylonians to show you' re controlling then | |
Cause this Babylon been fuelling my anger just like petroleum | |
I' m scolding them with the hard rhymes from a scarred mind | |
From living amongst the hard times | |
Where people just working through all of the serpentine | |
The devils disciple that stifle our plans for freedom | |
If wee keep conforming to all these laws set by the demons | |
They' re thinking they' re intellects | |
By plugging the whole world with the internet | |
If they thinking they got me they' re information be incorrect | |
I' m using my third eye to guide I through the wilderness | |
Cause the system in Babylon' s bad and there' s enough people that' s skilled in this | |
I' m vexed with the devils descendents with paganist pendants | |
For having the lack of faith and a disregard for repentance | |
My lyrical sentence is longer than people that' s charged for child sex | |
Cause all the disordered leaders are into having a wild flex | |
I' m vexed with the government sects for giving this minimum wage | |
And working this nine ' til five bringing heat to my simmering rage | |
The rebellious Rastafarian that' s flinging his fist to the system | |
PhiLife | |
Listen Atti if the devil tries to take Selassie | |
Put some nbsp? you lose more blood than the face of Arturo Gati | |
I' m a raw rhyming anti smoking idol keeping it tribal | |
While reading pages of the bible to gain vision as a disciple | |
Studying at rasta night school while using my tongue as a rifle | |
Sniping you worse than the bible cause life I' m all about survival | |
I spitting my violent recitals so bright that they melt your eyeballs | |
Turning the AntiChrist suicidal wrestle the devil like Shawn Michaels | |
The clash of the titans will over crush the devil and take his title | |
PhiLife will remain his messengers cause a rasta revival | |
No time to idle the rastas are rising black we come to wipe out crack | |
Paint the Whitehouse black and speak real fast to the children | |
Expose our government foes who know the truth will never be told | |
They teach the people the root of all evil while they' re stashing all of the gold | |
Attacking their souls and spirits until your life is finished | |
PhiLife I spit the righteous lyrics | |
Chained the minds of the cynics held the blind endemic | |
Cause when I talk my vocal is blessed with holy powers | |
Making the devils cower while shaking the foundations of the Babylon tower | |
I terminate them like T2 when I spit my scriptures in Hebrew | |
A politicians not an honest man like a hologram he be seethrough | |
Trying to deceive you lead you up the path so that they can feed you | |
PhiLife I' m a friend of races representing the rasta nation | |
So when we flex on a rhythm we draw on the powers of the law of exorcism | |
Inject the rhythm of the holy serum purify all the fat cats | |
Who experiment on innocent lives of people like they were monkeys or lab rats | |
Cypher | |
My nbsp? sound tear the transponders out of your pounds | |
And explode Babylon satellites that scanning down to the ground | |
With the type of coast to reveal we' re living under a microscope | |
My cipher be strangling Babylonians with the tightest rope | |
I' m fringing the violence you can fuck with living with silence | |
Cause before long they be forcing us into buying a breathing licence | |
I' m dissing authority with my forces of purity | |
I piss in the parliament and I fart on the face of conformity | |
I never fill in the government census they cunningly sent us | |
It' s asking me information like what I ate for my breakfast | |
Cause we the Messiah that' s bringing more fire to the empire | |
With the type of tribal recitals that' s setting Satan on fire | |
We' re culling the paganist shaman the PhiLife Cypher will slay them | |
Reveal the seventh seal to start the freemason complaining | |
With positive action infiltrates into paganist factions | |
I smashing your playstation and all these tools of distraction | |
With adequate satisfaction I smashing Babylon' s walls | |
To stop all the gat cat bureaucrats from giving it all |
zuò cí : Peare, Philbert, Smith | |
feat. PhiLife Cypher | |
PhiLife | |
I' m vexed and perplexed like Malcolm X | |
On stage with chains around their necks | |
From the thread of the governments evil flex | |
I' m taking steps against the kind of lies they try to bring me | |
As a nbsp? soldier with nbsp? | |
Daily papers they' re just propaganda scriptures from the government | |
It' s not the daily news, it' s the daily satanical supplement | |
Cause they don' t deal with holy testaments just war and pestilence | |
Can I get a witness I don' t need one in fact there' s too much evidence | |
Spying on the people lying evil little devils | |
They' re recruiting demon soldiers while they execute our rebels | |
CCTV cameras set up on no man' s borders | |
They' re not for law and order, they' re Lucifer' s camcorders | |
Politicians they' re not concord borders they' re using flying saucers | |
Decide to take to the sky or travel underwater | |
Chameleon type reptilians moving they' re tongues like geckos | |
And they' re trying to turn our ghettos into oversized death rows | |
You want heroin there' s tons of that, guns and crack | |
But who' s got the funds and cash the same people who supply guns to Iraq | |
They' re pimping the public like rent boys prostitutes and hookers | |
Bringing strain to the brain as you remain in this giant pressure cooker | |
Behind your back trying to took your promise the world and overlook us | |
Spreading the evil love of Beelzebub, these human race butchers | |
Mankind destroyers, life I' m chasing those freemasons | |
Chasing ' em back to the place of birth to reverse all of their creations | |
Scientists give us fabrication of mathematical equations | |
Cypher | |
Well listen I' m more than vexed | |
I live in a time where I can' t afford to flex | |
The police are stopping and searching just like some illegal border checks | |
You better beware we' re living inside of lucifers era | |
My cypher' s been scientifically sent back in time to prepare ya | |
So start stoning the Babylonians to show you' re controlling then | |
Cause this Babylon been fuelling my anger just like petroleum | |
I' m scolding them with the hard rhymes from a scarred mind | |
From living amongst the hard times | |
Where people just working through all of the serpentine | |
The devils disciple that stifle our plans for freedom | |
If wee keep conforming to all these laws set by the demons | |
They' re thinking they' re intellects | |
By plugging the whole world with the internet | |
If they thinking they got me they' re information be incorrect | |
I' m using my third eye to guide I through the wilderness | |
Cause the system in Babylon' s bad and there' s enough people that' s skilled in this | |
I' m vexed with the devils descendents with paganist pendants | |
For having the lack of faith and a disregard for repentance | |
My lyrical sentence is longer than people that' s charged for child sex | |
Cause all the disordered leaders are into having a wild flex | |
I' m vexed with the government sects for giving this minimum wage | |
And working this nine ' til five bringing heat to my simmering rage | |
The rebellious Rastafarian that' s flinging his fist to the system | |
PhiLife | |
Listen Atti if the devil tries to take Selassie | |
Put some nbsp? you lose more blood than the face of Arturo Gati | |
I' m a raw rhyming anti smoking idol keeping it tribal | |
While reading pages of the bible to gain vision as a disciple | |
Studying at rasta night school while using my tongue as a rifle | |
Sniping you worse than the bible cause life I' m all about survival | |
I spitting my violent recitals so bright that they melt your eyeballs | |
Turning the AntiChrist suicidal wrestle the devil like Shawn Michaels | |
The clash of the titans will over crush the devil and take his title | |
PhiLife will remain his messengers cause a rasta revival | |
No time to idle the rastas are rising black we come to wipe out crack | |
Paint the Whitehouse black and speak real fast to the children | |
Expose our government foes who know the truth will never be told | |
They teach the people the root of all evil while they' re stashing all of the gold | |
Attacking their souls and spirits until your life is finished | |
PhiLife I spit the righteous lyrics | |
Chained the minds of the cynics held the blind endemic | |
Cause when I talk my vocal is blessed with holy powers | |
Making the devils cower while shaking the foundations of the Babylon tower | |
I terminate them like T2 when I spit my scriptures in Hebrew | |
A politicians not an honest man like a hologram he be seethrough | |
Trying to deceive you lead you up the path so that they can feed you | |
PhiLife I' m a friend of races representing the rasta nation | |
So when we flex on a rhythm we draw on the powers of the law of exorcism | |
Inject the rhythm of the holy serum purify all the fat cats | |
Who experiment on innocent lives of people like they were monkeys or lab rats | |
Cypher | |
My nbsp? sound tear the transponders out of your pounds | |
And explode Babylon satellites that scanning down to the ground | |
With the type of coast to reveal we' re living under a microscope | |
My cipher be strangling Babylonians with the tightest rope | |
I' m fringing the violence you can fuck with living with silence | |
Cause before long they be forcing us into buying a breathing licence | |
I' m dissing authority with my forces of purity | |
I piss in the parliament and I fart on the face of conformity | |
I never fill in the government census they cunningly sent us | |
It' s asking me information like what I ate for my breakfast | |
Cause we the Messiah that' s bringing more fire to the empire | |
With the type of tribal recitals that' s setting Satan on fire | |
We' re culling the paganist shaman the PhiLife Cypher will slay them | |
Reveal the seventh seal to start the freemason complaining | |
With positive action infiltrates into paganist factions | |
I smashing your playstation and all these tools of distraction | |
With adequate satisfaction I smashing Babylon' s walls | |
To stop all the gat cat bureaucrats from giving it all |