Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down Gandhi

There was a song called arrest the president.
Contemporary music, a hit the kids, it was a top ten.
I pop then so I missed the bus a bit.
But politics was on everybody's hot summer lists.
The kids were all rocking votes,
I you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop

BooYea!

I'm a soap box yelling megaphones.
Killing rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.

Had to promise that I'd stop my marches
the day that Chris Columbus got crucified in arches.

My pedestal was too tall to off,
In fact the reason for the high horse.

And from up I see marines and hummers on a conquest,
with wonderbras in a push up contest,
All for the sake of recruitment.
It felt like State the way they targeted the students,
I off whistling "Ohio."

The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a convention.

But what die for
is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life
An colony of cyborgs.
Clogging up the that I call eyesores.

That clever ad campaign ain't
The time taken from wage labor.

I don't care how half or fake she looks,
She smells dirty cash and aged paper books.
So she die for,
Slow down your killin'em
Slow down Gandhi killin'em.

Now whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
Justice is the of a judge, check his chest density.
It leaves much room for error, and the rest to destiny.
The Memphis 3 lost paradise (,
It's death vs. suicidal tendencies.
All I wanted was a Pepsi.
Institution.

you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.
If they could sell sanity in a bottle be charging for compressed air,
and healthcare.
demonize welfare.
Middle eliminated, rich get richer
the poor get educated.

But some of y'all still grown into your face,
And face doesn't quite match your head.
And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead that's left,
You're all, "give me ethnicity or me dreads."

Trustafundian without a cause for alarm,
when push turns to shove

You jump into your arms.
a banker, you're part of the system,

Off go the dreadlocks in the income.

The (the freebase)
The (the symptom)

the cameras start rollin'
stay the fuck outta the pilgrim!

The ( the freebase)
The ( the symptoms)
the cameras start rollin',

slow Gandhi, you're killin'em.

Mr. The World, spare us the details.
Save the females losing interest.
And Miss The Universe,
a damsel in distress.
Tied down to a track of isolated
my disease,
I need a taste of what it's
off the fat of kings.
I the scab at your hunger strike.
Slow down Gandhi, killin'em.

One love, one life, one too victims.
Republicrat, Democran, one system.
goes in a frenzy,
They're stripped of credentials.
Presidential can't debate over this instrumental.
Let 'em freestyle, takes all,
the music's dead I'll have Ted Nugent's head hangin' on my wall.
Kill one of ours, kill one of yours.
some friendly fire, that's a funny term, like civil war.

Six in the morning, at my crib.
Now my nights consists of two and eyelids.
The crucifix and vitamins, that is pirated.
New flavor food made of hybrids.

Uh.

They tell me that it's not bad.

And it fucks you up good, but its not bad.
They hold on to these tails till the dog that wags.
God save us all if he the cat out the bag.

Who's the one to for this strain in my vocal chords?
Who can pen a hateful threat but hold a sword?
the same who complain about the global war,

But can't overthrow the local joker they voted for.

call the shots
(but not in the line of fire)
I the cops
(but they in the line of duty)
Lets call a stop to the of authority.
The truth keeps callin' me, and live to tell the story.

So what's the truth, seeking forgiveness.
You to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors
You the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home our motherfuckin' and sisters.

Cause they don't call the

( but they're in the of fire)
I'd like to call the
( but they break in the of duty)

It's time to a stop

To the of authority.
The keeps calling me
And I'ma live to the story.