Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down Gandhi

There once was a song arrest the president.
music, a hit with 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 cool kids all rocking votes,
I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' for hip hop

BooYea!

I'm a box yelling into megaphones.
Killing hard rocks carcasses as stepping stones.

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

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

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

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

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

That ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken minimum 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 Gandhi your killin'em
Slow Gandhi your killin'em.

Now it's whistle vs. the pistol holder;
Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and away the key witness.
Justice is the whim of a judge, his chest density.
It leaves much room for error, and the left to destiny.
The West Memphis 3 lost (,
It's death penalty vs. tendencies.
All I was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution.

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

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

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

You jump into your arms.
He's a banker, part of the system,

Off go the dreadlocks in the income.

The (the freebase)
The (the symptom)

When the cameras rollin'
the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!

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

down Gandhi, you're killin'em.

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

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

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

Uh.

tell me that it's not that bad.

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

Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal
Who can pen a hateful but can't hold a sword?
the same who complain about the global war,

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

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

So the truth, quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose, but you believe in scissors
You support the troops by wearing ribbons?
bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters.

Cause don't call the shots

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

It's time to call a

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