Incredible Insurrection

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Huh

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing

Take, back the land from God,
for the heathens, for the heathens, for the heathens
And make, the people write the laws
'Bout time 'bout time 'bout time

Oil derrick suckin' up from mother
While her soil buried bodies of the others
The banana clip kill brother from another mother
Can we save the planet from the gutter?

Oh, I don't know
Allah save us from ourselves

Everyday they want to set another race war
But I won't be a motherfucker that gon' hate more
Takin' all the water, we the ones they made poor
Kill the corporations they don't want to stay sore

A knife in the back
It be your own species that believes that crap, white and black

Huh, alright
Now from the front to the back,
I want to see motherfuckers get what you want
Alright

Timmy better call
I knew him as a child
Where that motherfucker go?
Maybe I could find him at the bottom of a bottle?
Or maybe I could find him at the ending of this song?
(I'm wrong, I'm wrong)

Leave me out dry
Standin' in the desert, put a bullet to the sky
I'm surprised you motherfuckers even still alive
Find a way to kill 'em when I'm fucking certified
I hope you're terrified
That I'm fucking verified
Uh, I'mma go put something pretty scary in the sky
Uh, all of you motherfuckers don't want to come and die
I'mma rip your legs, tell the people they dumb to try
And the oil couldn't rise

There is no need for war on a national scale
There is no need for wars when the rationals prevail
There is no need for bullets raining down in a hail
I hope all of the you motherfuckers go straight to hell

They just want to see us lying on the ground

Keep squabbling amongst yourselves
so you can ignore the genocide happening overseas,
right under your nose

Lobbyists would like it if we didn't make a sound

Keep arguing about race and class
while innocents overseas are shot by bullets encased in brass

Dis-ownable
The body count is insurmountable
And nobody is ever held accountable



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Wacksman, Joshua Hamilton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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