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mr. lif & stu bangas - 8 minutes 46 seconds كلمات أغنية

[chorus: puma ptah]
i can’t breathe but you’re barely filled with laughter
can’t breathe for a hundred years after
how we leap from whips to bullet hole?
who will beg for permission? i’ma school a master
i can’t breathe but you’re barely filled with laughter
can’t breathe for a hundred years after how we leap from whips to bullet hole?
who will beg for permission? i’ma school a master

[verse 1: mr. lif]
i can’t breathe, which part of that you don’t understand?
what has you so convinced that i’m not a man?
just like you’re a man, i am somebody’s son, i am a husband
i am a father, i’m not a subject for your slaughter
i was not created just to be decimated and hated
berated, oppressed, hypers_xualized, and used for tests
prison complex tenant or project tenements
let’s switch spots, tell me how you like your new residence
oh, that’s not a route you’d care to explore
you’d rather punch me ’til my p_ss and blood is all on the floor
that type of sh_t gets you off, you sick f_cks
slave auction, you would have bought my black ass for six bucks
your brand new black buck to do your bidding
who are you kidding? when can we call a k!lling a k!lling?
without having your forensics bend it?
to reduce your sentence if you’re even f_ckin’ sentenced
[chorus: puma ptah]
i can’t breathe but you’re barely filled with laughter
can’t breathe for a hundred years after
how we leap from whips to bullet hole?
who will beg for permission? i’ma school a master

[verse 2: reef the lost cauze]
every time i leave the crib i’m watchin’ for blue pigs
who live to give bruised ribs and executions
and it don’t matter where you live or who you is
or what you did or if you’re a good man with kids
they don’t give a sh_t if it’s a camera in they face
i was eleven the first time they put the hammer in my face
i was disgraced, made to feel like some sort of ape
that’s why one get shot, i start dancin’ like mase
these n_ggas got mace, batons, tasers, and cuffs
but if they go hand to hand they get beat the f_ck up
you ain’t tough, you sus, grabbin’ on n_ggas’ nuts
you don’t have my respect, just my contempt and disgust, you some punks

[verse 3: blueprint]
usin’ a black man’s death for their own agenda
the great pretenders prayin’ none of us remembers
how they appear out of thin air when there’s a k!lling
but disappear after elections in november
every four years they pretend to care about black people
but in the interim they act evil
and only show up to protest and throw sh_t
they try to control sh_t, they’ll let you scream and yell but never own that sh_t
it’s not about you, it’s about their own guilt
and their elaborate plan to make us vote for them
promote outrage but no solutions given
civil rights symbolism, cosplay activism
his family mourns and figures it out
you takin’ selfies and twerkin’ at the march for clout
it’s shameful, it makes me want to throw in the towel
it’s hard to breathe ’cause it smell so foul
[verse 4: murs]
i got a couple white friends, a lot more white fans
keep a black fist still upon my right hand
when i stand on stage, they don’t love me like sean or aesop rock
but i still rock on, am i wrong? is this not the time?
are you uncomfortable with the words that i rhyme?
and i’ma say it again and again (yep!)
y’all be the ones with the black best friends (huh)
so liberal, you think you get it
so privileged, yep, but won’t admit it
white rappers drop an album, y’all all go and get it
but when we drop our albums, y’all seem to forget it
and i get it, so i’m playin’ a game
i find a white face and attach my name (huh)
felt these hands, think that sh_t ain’t planned?
’cause i ain’t catchin’ feelings, gotta feed my fam

[chorus: puma ptah]
i can’t breathe but you’re barely filled with laughter
can’t breathe for a hundred years after
how we leap from whips to bullet hole?
who will beg for permission? i’ma school a master
i can’t breathe but you’re barely filled with laughter
can’t breathe for a hundred years after
how we leap from whips to bullet hole?
who will beg for permission? i’ma school a master

- mr lif stu bangas

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