Testo Uncle Sam's Curse - Above the Law
Testo della canzone Uncle Sam's Curse (Above the Law), tratta dall'album Uncle Sam's Curse
Now listen you communists and niggas and Jews
Tell all your buddies to spread the news
The day of judgment will soon be nigh
As the Lord in his wisdom looks down from on high
Will his battle be lost by mixing the races?
We want beautiful babies, not ones with brown faces
Never, never, never I say
For the Ku Klux Klan is here to stay
Never, never, never I say
That the Ku Klux Klan is here to stay
1994
The return of the rebel
And we bring to you
The name of the hour
That's Uncle Sam's Curse
And we bring to you
The name of the hour
When you're violent in the neighborhood
And you have to fade your strap
'Cause it's like that
That's Uncle Sam's Curse
If you're a rebel and you're moving the product
And everybody hates you
That's Uncle Sam's Curse
If you're working from nine to five
On the old plantation
In the U.S. nation
That's Uncle Sam's Curse
And if you're praying on the food today
And you don't care about the color
Even if he's black
That's Uncle Sam's Curse
If the mailman's late with your government check
And they cut it, the motherfuckers
That's Uncle Sam's Curse
And if you're walking in the mall and you're wearing blue
And there's a nigga wearing red staring at you
That's Uncle Sam's Curse
Yeah, uh, just wait a minute man
Won't you set some shit off man
Before we get the fuck out of here
Oh shit, we wicked
I sweat, I'll sweat your ass
Yeah, the clinic came to blast
We looking for them fake gangstas
They handing out them murder raps
Yeah, they shaking suckers like rats
Shit comes to pass nigga
I hope you're not a victim of a raper
And let a nigga take your paper
And run and live life swell
While you're rotting and rhyming in a cell
Now break yourself nigga
How the hell you figure
You used to need gas money and hope
I guess the cheese's full grown
Yeah, now it's time to play the motherfucking clown
You're acting all stupid like you don't know where we been
We buying a gang of gats, some telepricks
That God put us here to innovate first
Now the world's given Uncle Sam's Curse
See I don't trust man nigga, only trust God
So when it's on bow down to the black mob
I be the dark skinned nigga representing for Pomona
And the rag top tray on them Dotonas
Yeah, 'cause I'm a floss for mine
And I'ma toast for mine
To let you know that it cost for mine
Yeah, 'cause I'ma come like a true nigga
And for lunch I think I want fried swastika
Aw shit, aw shit, we going off the deep end
We all off the hook and we flowing like the wind
I'ma take off on your ass like a Learjet
And if the shit gets deep, you're gonna get wet up
And not a lust, tryna fuck with the original
I used to slang dope but now I get residuals
What's your name? 187
What's your name? 187
What's your name? 187
If I hear this my crew is up forever
Credits
Writer(s): George Clinton, Garry Shider, Walter Morrison, Michael Bell, Kevin Gulley, Gregory Hutchison
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