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crooked i - rebel radio كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
they call me a radical thinker
i call me a real n_gga
yeah
you know
so many of these racist police wanna see me in jail
either that or in a grave
but f_ck that
yeah
n_gga, i ain’t no racist
i love america
i just hate so many of you m_th_f_ckin’ americans
yeah
you understand my struggle
yeah

[verse 1]
follow me
hand over your heart, join the c.o.b
militant n_gga, f_ck a c_o_p
follow me
i take you to where real n_ggas oughta be
they knock the door on the poor, but crooked got a key
see, my philosophy is escapin’ this poverty
infiltrate uncle sam’s monopoly
follow me
riches and b_tches, purchasin’ property
ghetto n_ggas should live properly (yeah)
follow me
they want us as slaves, got me in a f_ckin’ rage
my words jump off the page every time i hit the stage
for homies locked in the cage, i’m about to get the gauge
when the police runnin’ raids, i’m takin’ all fades
georgia pigs p_ssed in my cousins face
now i’m in atlanta with hammers, ’bout to catch another case
gun up under your chin
oh, what a f_ckin’ waste
i’ll send your brains to outer sp_ce
a f_ckin’ nutcase
[chorus]
yeah
i’m sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f_ck ’em all, i’ma get my bread
yeah
sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f_ck ’em all, i get my bread

[verse 2]
follow me
i walk in the front and put my life on the line
they brainwashin’ your mind and it’s a crime
follow me
we should be malcolm x and garvey combined
we steppin’ on land mines, we out of time
follow me
i open your eyes so you can see the truth
f_ck the lies the media tries to feed the youth
g_ngb_ngers unite, n_gga, we’ll lead a truce
father your seeds when you reproduce
follow me
to the range, learn to aim, clean up your nina
teach you how to get paid to push a 350 modena
show you when you see a politician, give ’em the finger
look at hurricane katrina, my n_gga
follow me
i’ll teach you how to not collide with shots
and if you do leave the earth, put your nine to cops
you disagree to try to survive [?]
crooked thinks outside the box, my n_gga
follow me
[chorus]
yeah
i’m sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f_ck ’em all, i’ma get my bread
yeah
sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
yeah
racist cops want to see me dead (yeah, n_gga)
yeah
either that or locked up instead
yeah
f_ck ’em all, i get my bread

[outro]
f_ck ’em all
yeah
the m_th_f_ckers who…
them atlanta pd p_ssed in my cousins face, homie
them las vegas police cracked my m_th_f_ckin’ brothers skull, homeboy
them l.a. pd chased me down, n_gga
they tried to k!ll me
think i give a f_ck about a racist ass cop, n_gga?
h_ll nah!
got me thinkin’ like ayatollah khomeini around this b_tch!

- crooked i

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