[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron & IDK]
Should there at any time become a clear and present danger
Initiated by the radical elements threatening the operation of the government of the United States of America
Members of this radical element shall be transported to detention centers
Until such time as their threat has been eliminated
Code King Alfred
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: IDK & Lil Yachty]
Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (Back, back)
Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at? (Grrat, grrat)
Oh, they askin' for a favor, where the commas at?
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
[Chorus: IDK]
We shall overcome (Ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy)
The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh
[Verse 2: IDK]
What's your rate? (What's your rate?)
I'd rather do the flight than wear a cape (Phew)
R.I.P. to STP the Great (R.I.P.)
SMG, we got it out the crate (SMG here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do, Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now they J.F.K. with the roof off
Should there at any time become a clear and present danger
Initiated by the radical elements threatening the operation of the government of the United States of America
Members of this radical element shall be transported to detention centers
Until such time as their threat has been eliminated
Code King Alfred
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: IDK & Lil Yachty]
Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (Back, back)
Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at? (Grrat, grrat)
Oh, they askin' for a favor, where the commas at?
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
[Chorus: IDK]
We shall overcome (Ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy)
The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh
[Verse 2: IDK]
What's your rate? (What's your rate?)
I'd rather do the flight than wear a cape (Phew)
R.I.P. to STP the Great (R.I.P.)
SMG, we got it out the crate (SMG here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do, Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now they J.F.K. with the roof off
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