Lirik Lagu My War, Your Problem - Weerd Science
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
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Every one of my lyrics when you hear itit'll burn your face as sulfuric acidIf you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it.Hand it over quicklySickly's the only way I know how to drop itEvery time I kick it people look at me like my name'sRipley's Believe it or NotGot a wonderful time slot here at the Zero HourBeen laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little cowardBy all the kids who towered over meOverpowered me and beat the shit out of my faceLike it's the job clock in an hourAnd how are we the ones who powered these machinesAnd we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queensThe unseen son, the one in the atticHope the dream don't come trueAmerica, she loves youWithout us who would back up the groceriesOr price up the clothes that you normally don't seeOn average joes, oh that's meLittle dirtbag rapper and glad to be
I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top conditionI keep on spittin' but no one listensI must drop fire, I can not wait for a fallThis is our only hope, this is a warThis is a war
*Every picture you see is a reflection of marketingThe targeting of certain audiences as only a major corporation couldIt's simple: They feed you shit. Just stop eating it, genius.
Run up in the Universal Office and find Doug MorrisPound him in his office, his life ain't real prettyLike bitches that sing chorusesThese forces are forcin' us to try to relateIn spite of what they lead you to believe in the first placeCan't move in the city 'cause it's packed so tightEverybody up in my business, dissin' the lyrics I writeDismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the never happenedActin' so thuggish like they tough like TinactinIt's rubbish, it's all bubble gum to meNobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record companyI'ma flatten MC's with platinum CDsYou see these two fists? They each got MTTons of Budweiser, got balls of steel wireLike a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it realBut mostly ya just provoke and poke at meAnd hopefully you remember your jokes to me
I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top conditionI keep on spittin' but no one listensI must drop fire, I can not wait for a fallThis is our only hope, this is a warThis is a war
*If ??? rap in you was approved by tests you'd see it's got nothin' to do with you.The real gangstas are old white men putting these records out.Hip-hop? That's the last thing they give a fuck about.*
By any means necessary I'm buryin' advesaryEvery vocal performance it's important to stary varyIf you wanna feed all then you got motorcallAnd I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy knoll at tenMaybe rap was never hip-hop to themSeems like it's just a cash crop to themSo don't claim you spit it proper thenThis war must never endI can no longer pretend to be downIf I die in a battle that's fineI got a potion named Revolution number 9I got a heart that beats for the artThis is hip-hop for the loveNot a 1 on the charts
I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top conditionI keep on spittin' but no one listensI must drop fire, I can not wait for a fallThis is our only hope, this is a warThis is a war
This is a war, this is a warThis is a war, this is a warThis is a war, this is a war
I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top conditionI keep on spittin' but no one listensI must drop fire, I can not wait for a fallThis is our only hope, this is a warThis is a war
*Every picture you see is a reflection of marketingThe targeting of certain audiences as only a major corporation couldIt's simple: They feed you shit. Just stop eating it, genius.
Run up in the Universal Office and find Doug MorrisPound him in his office, his life ain't real prettyLike bitches that sing chorusesThese forces are forcin' us to try to relateIn spite of what they lead you to believe in the first placeCan't move in the city 'cause it's packed so tightEverybody up in my business, dissin' the lyrics I writeDismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the never happenedActin' so thuggish like they tough like TinactinIt's rubbish, it's all bubble gum to meNobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record companyI'ma flatten MC's with platinum CDsYou see these two fists? They each got MTTons of Budweiser, got balls of steel wireLike a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it realBut mostly ya just provoke and poke at meAnd hopefully you remember your jokes to me
I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top conditionI keep on spittin' but no one listensI must drop fire, I can not wait for a fallThis is our only hope, this is a warThis is a war
*If ??? rap in you was approved by tests you'd see it's got nothin' to do with you.The real gangstas are old white men putting these records out.Hip-hop? That's the last thing they give a fuck about.*
By any means necessary I'm buryin' advesaryEvery vocal performance it's important to stary varyIf you wanna feed all then you got motorcallAnd I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy knoll at tenMaybe rap was never hip-hop to themSeems like it's just a cash crop to themSo don't claim you spit it proper thenThis war must never endI can no longer pretend to be downIf I die in a battle that's fineI got a potion named Revolution number 9I got a heart that beats for the artThis is hip-hop for the loveNot a 1 on the charts
I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top conditionI keep on spittin' but no one listensI must drop fire, I can not wait for a fallThis is our only hope, this is a warThis is a war
This is a war, this is a warThis is a war, this is a warThis is a war, this is a war
