1. |
Blame it On Mohammad
02:37
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Oh my fuckin god, Johnnys gon’ down to Walmart
Oh my fuckin god, Bobbys bought himself an AR
Blame it on Mohammad
Blame it on Mohammad
They’re scared of Mohammad
They’re scared of Mohammad, how bout you
Oh my fuckin god, Chad done shot up a theater
Billys gone n’ picked an elementary school.
Blame it on Mohammad
Blame it on Mohammad
They’re scared of Mohammad
They’re scared of Mohammad, how bout you
Bismillah, Oh Bismillah. He’s gonna shoot a synagogue.
Praise be, Oh Praise be. I know he’s comin’ for me.
Blame it on Mohammad
Blame it on Mohammad
We don’t want Sharia Law
We're scared of Mohammad, how bout you
In the name of white power
In the name of white power, they
In the name of white power
Killin’ In The Name
And it’s your fault
In the name of white power
In the name of white power
In the name of white power
Killin’ In The Name
And it’s your fault
In the name of white power
In the name of white power
In the name of white power
Killin’ In The Name
And it’s your fault
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2. |
Runnin' For Our Lives
01:37
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Bitch you fucked up, I aint no slave
Hit me harder? I won’t behave
Yea I’m grabbin a shotty
You won’t make it alive
Night-rider: game you can’t peep
Free my people cause they free me
Coming back on that railroad
Scoop my niggas at night
Runnin for our lives
Runnin for our lives
Oh! Its the 60’s, you still aint shit
Try to rape me, I’ll snap that dick
Lock me out of the progress
The problem is, yous a lie
When you said that the dreams for me
Bitch ass nigga, straight through your teeth
Lightin coppas on fire
You won’t take me alive
Runnin for our lives
Runnin for our lives
Yea we caught up, we on that ass
Winnin office and smoking grass
Don’t you hate that the niggers that
You tried to kill survived
Oh, I’m pissed off as you can see
2050 and no mercy
Freed our people and now
The Global poor’s on the rise
Runnin for our lives
Runnin for our lives
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3. |
Punch A Nazi
02:29
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Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch that Nazi in the face
Knock his teeth back in his brain
And if that inbred scum gets up
Kick that cracka in his gut
Punch that Nazi in the face
Make sure that he’s seeing stars
And when that khaki bag comes to
Beat him till he’s black and blue
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Punch that Nazi in the face
Knock his ass into outerspace
When that fucking bitch comes down
Drag his ass through sundown town
Punch that Nazi in the gut
Beat him till he’s pissing blood
Make him say your fuckin name
Tear that ass up all the same
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
We want peace so we’ll beat your ass to pieces
You’d kill us so your death with bring us justice
You’re a relic of a dying fucking system
Take the proud boys with them
And all the KKK Killer Cops
Punch that Nazi in the balls
Whoop his ass til he fuckin falls
If that mayo bread talks back
Jam that marten in his crack
Punch that Nazi in the throat
That should keep his no-lips shut
Noose that flag around his neck
Tell the boys to string him up
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Beat him up
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
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4. |
Woke Jokes & Pot Smoke
01:47
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Woke jokes, pot smoke
Big mad, why now
See you see us
Your sin? You're so fuckin proud
Get high, get dragged
So fag: pronouns
It's clear we don't intersect, it's problematic
But the problem was you
I am not the only one
Who's sick of all your shit
Bust into your kitchen
And we'll flog you with a fish
Loggin all the hours
For the labor that I've spent
Hit you with the PayPal
Countin every cent
Bet ya check the petty bitch
ya fuckin with is with the shits
Ya cancelled and go call your kids
Your becky bitch and tell your friends
You lost your shit cuz the problem was you
Woke jokes, pot smoke
Big mad, why now
See you, see us
Your sin? You're so fuckin proud
Get high, get dragged
So fag: pronouns
It's clear we don't intersect, it's problematic
But the problem was
Woke jokes, pot smoke
Big mad, why now
See you, see us
Your sin? You're so fuckin proud
Get high, get dragged
So fag: pronouns
It's clear we don't intersect at the future
Cuz the future is me
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5. |
DooDoo Drone
02:27
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I am so flawed — I’ve been putting up big walls
I’ve been opening old doors
Now I can’t hide
Yes you blame me — I’m the closet problem you can see
I’m the biggest threat on your newsfeed that they’re dragging
You can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
Now you’re on your own
Ya think you’re watchin me?
When they see everything you scroll
Act like I’m your enemy
When your government is spying on you through your camera
You can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
I know — we surrender for rights to scroll
We play dead for the new iPhone
But they’re killing me
Yes I’m angry — when they curate all you can see
They erase any reason for uprising
You can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
Where you supposed to go — see them watchin me
Taggin everything I know
Update my privacy, but my VPN provider was purchased by Jeff Bezos
You can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
Can not hide from your doodoo drone
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6. |
Call The Cops
01:24
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If I wanna get shot, I call the cops
If I’m wanna get popped, I call the cops
If I wanna die, I call the cops
If I hate my life, I call the cops
I would never call the cops
That’s just not my steeze
If you’ve got some beef with us
Let’s take it to the streets
I would rather get beat up
Than end up in jail
I would never call the cops
Cuz then I’d burn in hell
Cops. Cops. Cops. Cops
If I wanna get shot, I call the cops
If I’m wanna get popped, I call the cops
If I wanna die, I call the cops
If I hate my life, I call the cops
It’s not my steeze yo
Better come get your people
Looking at me through the peephole
Claiming we’re equal, receipts show that that is a lie
If I wanna get shot, I call the cops
If I wanna die, I call the cops
If I hate my life, I call the cops
Commit suicide, I call the cops
Cops. Cops. Cops. Cops
Cops. Cops. Cops. Cops
Bacon, oh bacon, oh bacon, oh bacon, oh bacon
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7. |
Sura Sura
02:35
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Hey Sura Sura
Not really sure how I knew ya
I’ve seen you around my way
Guess its bout time I learned to stay
What do you want from me
Stuck in my head man so I can’t sleep
Thought you were gone at last
Might have to kick that ass. Ass. Ass
I am not just quite sure
How I’m supposed to grow
I saw you in my dreams
Coming down Erwin Rd
Can you reach me
Here up on the surface from memories
I barely know your name
Tell me if that’s the same
Hey Sura Sura
Not really sure how I knew ya
I’ve seen you around my way
Guess its bout time I learned to stay, okay
Heard your name here in prayer
Turned to look for answers but you’re not there
Well if I don’t see you go
You’re someone I’ll always know
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8. |
Gentrifried Chicken
02:01
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Why you in my neighborhood
Why you tryna see whats good
Waving at me ain't the mood
With ya whack granola ass
Chatting up the neighbors
Just to make you feel better
You a fuckin gentrifier: trash
Damnit I don’t owe you shit
Damnit I don’t owe you shit
Why you think jus cuz you’re queer
You are fuckin welcomed here
Your presence is a threat
Watch em fuckin raise my rent
Bum ass clothes when
You could fund the whole
Hood niggas need to roll up, packin’
Damnit I don’t owe you shit
Damn I don’t owe you shit
You late-spry, deep fried, chicken head come suck my dick
Why you strait up smokin' crack
Why you actin like you black
Why you tryna give me dap, mother fucker you trippin
Always in my face
Why you always in my space
No I will not teach you spades, Karen.
Damnit I don’t owe you shit
Damnit I don’t owe you shit
You late-spry, deep fried, chicken head come suck my dick
Always in my pocket like I mother fuckin owe you
I don’t owe you. Oh wow
I don’t owe you. Oh, wow
I don’t owe you shit. Oh wow
I don’t owe you shit
Damnit I don’t owe you shit
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9. |
Death Grab For Bootie
00:45
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If there is a problem, then the problem is the poor
If the poor are starving, then the rich is eating more
Lock em in the closet, won’t you keep them in a vault
Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal
Yes I know my country is insane
They be lookin at me goofy like I'm out my fuckin brain
Starve them in the hood until you know they’re forced to rob
Lining up the bodies like the cocaine with your card
Push them into prisons, cheaper labor makes you more
Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal…
Yes I know my country's killings me,
They be silencing resistance so the people think we're free.
It’s the culture to fuckin rob
Fuckin vultures who want your blood
Seize the means of production ya’ll
Eat the rich, they are useless slob
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10. |
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I went out, it was a friday night
To hit the bar and have a beer and cry
But then the bouncer said, no baggy jeans in here
But I was wearing fuckin tights
That’s about the time it fuckin dawned on me
Nobody loves you when your black and free
I shoulda checked the demographics first
What the hell is wrong with me
That bitch said I don't act my race.
Whats my race again, what’s my race again
Later on, on the drive home
I saw a cop on a side
He said he hated blacks
And could whoop my ass
So I told him to suck my dick
Thats about the time it fuckin dawned on me
Nobody loves you when you're black and free
I should have gone with at least one white friend
I’m too drunk to code switch, clearly he’s a racist bitch
What is race again? Whats my race again
I told that fuckin cop
To kiss my fuckin ass
He didn’t like my attitude
He pushed me in the grass
I punched me in the face and kicked him in the dick
Cuz I don’t give a shit
And that’s about the time it fuckin dawned on my
I can not live in white supremacy
I should really mug white people, that’s what they expect of me
I'm sure they will blame my race. Whats my race again
Thats about the time the cops rolled up on me
When I walked in to buy some anti-freeze
Because my car broke down on 85
Clearly I deserved to die though white people invented this
Whats my race again? Whats my race again
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The Muslims Durham, North Carolina
THE MUSLIMS is a crunchy, kickass punk band of Black + brown queer muzzies. Your racist dad is a piece of shit and THIS IS
NOT A SAFE SPACE.
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