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  • Текст песни P.O.S - Savion Glover

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    Yo, so when they can't stop, won't stop, who keeps the tank topped?
    Who reaps the good sleep, keeps the receipts?
    I see 'em sucking up the last drops, drop-top H2
    Stretch H3, where the party at, democrat?
    Sitting on a muggy summer bench, sipping muddy water
    Peeping Newsweek and see what's up with Sergeant Slaughter
    Hotter days on the way, turn your A.C. Slater up
    Burn Aloe Vera green, apple now and later? yup
    Pass that sweet, Mike Mictlan, where the mask at?
    Hand over what? Hand over yours, run that
    Man overboard with the same cracked frown
    Dehumanize communities like Black Hawk Down
    They realise immunities, then rape them towns
    So we speak our mind so fluently with raw rap sounds
    Alright tykes, a Klondike bar's on the line
    We need a blind eye turned, keep it simple, refined
    For the black gold Texas tea, ha, you're kidding
    Ain't been good oil in Texas for a minute
    That's why we knocked over our thrones and watch it combust
    End up in free speech zones, that shock and awe was on us
    Watch me expat Brazilian
    If eighty-five per cent in Guantanamo is civilian
    Blood pumps vermilion, beats dump all over the chump populace
    Keeping they focus on Paris Hilton
    Prada dead, guilty as any Internet threads
    Big check, probably got a lot of bad head
    All night vision, all night missions, all right
    Christ risen? Tight, nope, call the prisons, yikes
    Middle picking the simple drivel
    The riddle's a head ripper, suburbanites gonna get the kibble
    Yeah, the double speak is legit
    They on some "Stand up for yourself, you worthless piece of shit"
    Bet it all, lose it all, forget it
    And saying "Fuck Bush" gave that douche a splash too much credit
    But smoking on kush make cats who apathetic
    Can't beat 'em with a bat, so we join 'em and spit the ethic
    Or, beat 'em with a bat, P.O.S. steadily wreck it
    For anybody who raps or naps on facts
    Fill the inline six to End Hits
    The oval office and the lobby probably listen to Fugazi singing
    "This one's ours, let's take another"
    "This one's ours, let's take another"
    "This one's ours, let's take another"
    And then they dance away clean like Savion Glover

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