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jason james & rodney hazard - the mechanic كلمات الأغنية

do you want peace or just a piece of it?
are you here to profit, or to become it?
realize dreams from underneath funnels
of universal knowledge on a mountain peak’s summit
did you ever think what if
the system is a prison just to keep some of
us locked in and the others locked out
try to shut me down but i just keep coming
i skipped through h-ll in a turtle neck
didn’t get burned, didn’t work a sweat
gave birth to my best three verses yet
emerged from the depths with a new purpose, stretched
myself to the limit
brought death to the holies, help for the sinners
took the idols off of the shelf they were sitting on
then i buried them elsewhere, is it
wrong for me to bring harm to these
false gods that’ll put us on a farm to breed
future consumers to follow the lead
of the sheep lost in mediocrity
should i act like it doesn’t bother me, nah
i’m going back into my armoury
i’m shooting every rifle til my arms are weak
boy, freedom ain’t free and it’s far from cheap

(hook, akil b strange)

i don’t fear fear
fear fears me
i am a beast, see babylon out here hunting me
give no f-cks
i just do me
but who can i trust, my mind be playing these tricks on me like
who am i, who am i?
my name is sir coup d’etat
weak mc’s get coup de grace (weak mc’s get coup de grace)
who am i, who am i?
my name is sir coup d’etat
weak mc’s get coup de grace (weak mc’s get coup de grace)

a runaway slave in the city of god
the air is a little too nicki minaj, it’s
thick as mississippi in august
forgetting how to dream, it’s like i’m picking a coffin
laying inside, putting my feet in the fire
my reason for being was never being admired
i didn’t want me pedestal to be any higher
the situation on all sides is equally dire
black or white, you’re getting poorer by the day
the sky’s coming down just to lower your wage
so now you could barely afford to pay
what you owe to jp morgan chase
thank god for your f-cked up mortgage and
praise the lord for the white collar thieves
everybody’s food for the wall street wolves
and it’s all you can eat, so bon appet-t

(hook)

do you want war? cause i’m bringing more of it
b-tterflies come alive inside your stomach
the iceman from the far north cometh
fully automatic out the back door humming
open up shop, i unleash four hundred rounds
now i’m whetting my appet-te
better dread the judge cause my gavel’s like
the hammer, when it strikes my cannon right
on the b-tton, like a moth to a flashing light
get zapped and carried off to the after life
there’s a spark inside and i have to fight
when the match ignites i’m like the anti-christ
they can’t contain or match the pain
i inflict, so what do you stand to gain?
if it doesn’t connect or you can’t relate
then just stay on the sideline and fan the flames

(hook)

- jason james rodney hazard

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