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pariah - sycophant كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: marston]
yeah
the new jim crow billfolds under tables
the whip becomes the gavel and the judge becomes the slavers
the fruitvale k!ller chose a gun instead of tasers
and instead of taking action all the christians gave was prayers
uh, boys in blue that’s the set that they reppin’
i can never be unarmed see my skin is a weapon
it’s gettin’ depression they say i got a vicious complexion
if i tell the truth i’m scared to enter witness protection
my hidden confessions are full of controversy
when red and blue’s reflected i’ll be asking god for mercy
because it makes me wonder if this could be where my name becomes a hashtag
vanish in the darkness; my remains in a trashbag
black man caught up in the mix
still tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cents
still tryna be a leader to my people i won’t follow the flock
this is america we worship at the altar of glock; blaow!

[verse 2: pariah]
dad had an acura
pull up in a faster car
pull up in that phantom bruh
said i’m really stackin’ huh?
said you ain’t stackin’ pa
guess it’s just the rappin’ bruh
yeah i’m just immaculate
guess i got a knack for it
b-st-rd’s just so saccharine
bet it’s not an accident
had to take a crack and now this -sshole’s got a grasp of it
cash is just from smackin’ lips
flow is thick as taffy is
watch me craft a batch of it
this rap’s a mastercl-ss in spit
ooh whatchu sayin’? i can’t shoot? i can’t bang?
if i shoot a school in america will i hang? -gunshot-
can i rock the slang and still avoid all the blame?
can i be chasin’ change while i’m chasing all this change?
regis tell him that he used up all his lifelines
jesus he left him splattered all across the headlines
dead by news at nine seconds before bedtime
betcha ya’ll skip past and not press rewind

[verse 3: pariah]
we take motherf-ckers and alarming punks and arm ’em wit guns
and they target our young on corner in the sun tryna garner some funds—
and harm him for fun, scarrin’ his lungs
they forgot—eric gardner had sons
yet the juror and the arbiter hung; pardon my tongue
i’m scared for when karma’ll come
and i pay reparations for how the nation treated some
choked out for a loose cigarette; i’m sick of it
dogs’ll sic a man if he ain’t actin’ like a sycophant
you sow what you reap with the sickle man
my roley not tickin’ on my secondhand
i know it ain’t sinking in to ya simpletons
phoney’s stuck wondering if the wrist’ll cleanse
sh-ttin’ on the dissidents; dissin’ cuz of dissidence
cognitive dissonance; remarkable discipline
to talk to these problem children and not acknowledge ya ignorance
these the conditions that we’re living in
where inconsistent christians sin
so long as i gon’ cop me some timberland’s and rock wit the benjamin’s
i’mma be complicit ’bout this nonsense you mentionin’

[outro: pariah]
didn’t let him breathe so no breath
didn’t let him leave: choked him to death
didn’t let them grieve: smoked on church steps
but they set them free so smoke’s what they get
didn’t let him breathe so no breath
didn’t let him leave: choked him to death
didn’t let them grieve: smoked on church steps
but they set them free so smoke’s what they get (what they get!)

- pariah

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