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imp (@theuncannyimp) - holy ammunition كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i can think of a few topics that we gotta explore
i’ma keep it at one ’cause it’s rugged and raw
how you got a dude run in a mosque?
pop off, walk off not in the cuffs?
news media try to write him off soft
like “he a cute kid, he not at all tough”
maybe a little depressed.” dog, they got it all all wrong
now i’m tight, g-ssed up like i’m coughing’ up sars
or hydroponic chronic, but this is not at all sour
copped the headline, “angel popped in a church”
stop the press son, satan shot at our sons
mothers, daughters, and what? facing drops on all charges?
like what, dunn? it’s like they saying “like what gun?”
sometimes it seems hard to cop a chamber pot to p-ss in
but another cropped a nine and made lives go missing
all ’cause he hated pigment, made a lot to witness
it might be too easy to cop a gun, holy ammunition

[chorus]
you ain’t gotta go to church to get to know your god
you ain’t gotta know your worth just to die from frauds
you ain’t gotta know your truth to ride out on the mission
you gotta reload and shoot (holy ammunition)

[verse 2]
heard of a brother living east side of the a
here’s another 16 penned, not judgement nor praise
as a kid caught trouble, heat he’d hide in a bag
’cause other munchkins run function. result? sent him to panthersville
rather will i talk about how kiddo in the wrong?
missed the point of the song, whine with no pinot noir
a 7th grader with a glock, hypocrisy if i rip him
wish little dude ain’t need it, but same time i get him
homie was being bullied by top cats through the school day
he just wanted solace, thought a 4.5 will keep him safe
flash stainless, no banging, keep ruffians out at bay
’cause no teacher would intervene, he always ride awake
sometimes it seems hard to go unbothered living
when you’ve got others dissing your vibe and dishing problems viscous
high ups blame you instead of protecting our kids and
it might be too easy to cop a gun, holy ammunition

[verse 3]
open bolt, blow back, slow him cold in tracks
self defense by any means, i torch the pork to slag
“hypocrite, hypocrite, you got more to stash”
wait a minute wait a minute, i know more than that
martin had a dream plus my eyes had a gleam once
you just got the evening news, we don’t spy the same stuff
barbarity from these d-ck boys casually
been a staple here, think it’s not? that’s a fallacy
suit and tie or boots and nine, they still gon’ battle me
carbon 12 in my skin? fit description, send the carriage, b
i’d hate to take a life, but i’d rather you than me
that’s boss talk, (unh!) got more beef than cattle see
sometimes it feels hard to make my heart for too long
opposition see my deposition, want me cooped or gone
i’ll blam at sentry if that mean my kind keep living
it might be too hard to cop a gun, holy ammunition

[outro]
how you like me now? i go blaow
it’s that sh-t that moves crowds making every ghetto foul
i might have took your first child
scarred your life, or crippled your style
i gave you power, i made you buck-wild

- imp theuncannyimp

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