Four W’s Non Phixion
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[Elliot Gould]
Why haven't you learned anything?
It's all there, it's all there in Toynbee and those books on the shelf!
Suppression breeds violence!
You're going to raise the curfew an hour?
Will you look outside?
You see that kid?
Last week he just wanted to get laid!
Now he wants to kill somebody!
(Pigs go home!)
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Check the scary facts, look at where we at
Terrorists, proletariats
Known to carry gats so we interact
Take you back: 1492
The Devil sent over a crew, in America the Devil grew
To the current time now the politician be the devilish, forever rich
Barbarian heretic, forever sick
Inject the microchip into my dick
See these criminals of war on trial pleading the fifth
And the mental slavery continues
If it was food it'd be their favorite dish on the imperialist menu
We fight to liberate your mind state
But all I see is the fucking crack rock
The body count and the crime rate
Notice the life and death cycle
Why they whip them with the rifle
Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael
Sharper than stainless steel Sheridan and tie your weaponry
Walking the West Bank like a desert storm veteran
Why haven't you learned anything?
It's all there, it's all there in Toynbee and those books on the shelf!
Suppression breeds violence!
You're going to raise the curfew an hour?
Will you look outside?
You see that kid?
Last week he just wanted to get laid!
Now he wants to kill somebody!
(Pigs go home!)
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Check the scary facts, look at where we at
Terrorists, proletariats
Known to carry gats so we interact
Take you back: 1492
The Devil sent over a crew, in America the Devil grew
To the current time now the politician be the devilish, forever rich
Barbarian heretic, forever sick
Inject the microchip into my dick
See these criminals of war on trial pleading the fifth
And the mental slavery continues
If it was food it'd be their favorite dish on the imperialist menu
We fight to liberate your mind state
But all I see is the fucking crack rock
The body count and the crime rate
Notice the life and death cycle
Why they whip them with the rifle
Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael
Sharper than stainless steel Sheridan and tie your weaponry
Walking the West Bank like a desert storm veteran
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