Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down Gandhi

There once was a called arrest the president.
Contemporary music, a hit the kids, it was a top ten.
I wasn't pop so I missed the bus a bit.
But politics was on everybody's hot this lists.
The cool kids all rocking votes,
I shit you not, I was pistol cops for hip hop

BooYea!

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

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

My pedestal was too tall to off,
In that's the reason for the high horse.

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

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

But they'd die for
is it the same that leaves the quality of life poor
An abominable of cyborgs.
Clogging up the property that I eyesores.

clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time from minimum wage labor.

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

Now it's whistle blower vs. the holder;
Case dismissed, lock you up and throw 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 paradise (,
It's penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.
All I was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution.

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

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

Trustafundian rebel a cause for alarm,
when push turns to shove

You into your forefathers 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)
the cameras start rollin',

slow Gandhi, you're killin'em.

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

One love, one life, one too victims.
Republicrat, Democran, one system.
Media in a frenzy,
They're stripped of credentials.
Presidential candidates can't over this instrumental.
Let 'em freestyle, takes all,
When the music's I'll have Ted Nugent's head hangin' on my wall.
one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.
With some friendly fire, that's a term, like 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 food made of mutated hybrids.

Uh.

They tell me that not that bad.

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

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

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

call the shots
(but not in the line of fire)
I call the
(but they 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 what's the truth, seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't in scissors
You support the by wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home our brothers and sisters.

Cause they don't the shots

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

time to call a stop

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