Problem Child - Otitlad.. Kritisera
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I'll join the police, to batoon an faggot for an enemy/
But that's not concidered bendin' the law, it's police brutality/
You cannot disagree/ That's moulding the truth like pottery/
Sick of "I got so much bars I could construct an 'Brick Industry'"/
Instead, spit reality/ Revolutionary acts against against anti-humanity/
If you do not understand what I said first/
You're permanently cursed/ I permanently searched/
But I found no answers to my philosophying/
But I thirst for trying/
And if you don't see that your reality is eternally dead bent/
You're ment dead (but still alive)/
Therefor your wounds will never be healed/
And with Che Guevaras machette I'll ensure they'll never be sealed/
And if you don't rehearse/ You don't deserve/
I'm gonna define it cause it's gettin' on my nerve/
Hiphop? You never fought-for-it/
You bought 50's LP, and tought-from-it/
Told myself to think about it, so I thought about it/
And now I'm in "Lyricism< at Whoa", writing in gold/
Where every motherfucker, should type their rhymes in bold!/
'Cause I cannot comprahend!!/
Blah blah blah, och vad fan sa du sen?!.../
Now don't jealously arrive at my building,
talking about every rappers teeth you bent/
Tryina get Problem Childs props? A fuckin weak attemp/
You aint fuckin' hiphop yet, a fucking week you spent/
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Fast ingen hindrar dig att säga vad jag gör bra :)
Peace..