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Baby, let me get up in them drawers
And I ain’t got no words to this motherfucking song but
Baby, let me get up in them drawers
I ain’t got no words, said
Murder, death, kill
Murder, death, kill
Go and kill your brother
Murder, death, kill
Murder, death, kill
Kill one another
Killing my people this whole time
I’m only killing my own kind
I got no smoke for the white man
But if it’s a nigga, I’m gon’ ride
I got choppers but none for the coppers
When they pop us I don’t want no problems
I like killing but only the brown ones
So brothers and sisters
Gеt your hoe-tipping ass over to our websitе
And cop those tickets to the kill-whitey-and-(*bleep*)-them-immigrants conference
The revolution will be monetized
The revolution will be monetized
The revolution will be monetized
The revolution will be monetized
…I like them Hotep bitches
I mean queens and dashikis
Who wear cornrows and dreads
They be quite freaky
Meet me at the conference
I’ll show you ‘bout some chakras
I’ll pull out that Shaka Zulu and get it poppin’
Speaking of that..
It’s two minutes after two on this Tuesday
You’re listening to WGNU Radio
I’m your host, DJ Simeon
There’s a lot going on in the world today
Civil unrest, bad economies, wars being started
But of all the battles you may face
The biggest battle is in your mind