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Con: Bishop G
Nikki Jean
[Lupe Deep Voice]
Lil Terry gotta gun he got from the store,
He bought it with the money he got from his chores,
He robbed the candy shop told her lay down on the floor,
Put the cookies in the bag, take the
pennies out the drawer.
Lil Kalil got a gun he got from the rebels,
To kill the infidels and American devils,
A bomb on his waist,
A mask on his face,
Prays five times a day,
And listens to Heavy Metal.
Lil Alex gotta gun he took from his dad,
That he snuck into school in his black book bag,
His black nail polish, black boots, and black hat,
He gon blow away the bully that just pushed his ass...
[Lupe Fiasco]
I killed another man today,
Shot him in his back as he ran away,
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade,
Cut his wife's throat as she put her hands to pray,
Just five more dogs then we can
get a soccer ball, That's what my
commander say, How Old?
Well I'm like ten, eleven, been fightin
since I was like six or seven,
Now I don't know much bout where I'm
from but I know I strike fear
everywhere I come,
Government want me dead so I wear my
gun, I really want the rocket
launcher but I'm still too
young, This candy give me courage not
to fear no one, To feel no pain, and
hear no tongue,
So I hear no screams, and I shed no
tears, If I'm in your dreams then your end is near. It's me
[Chorus - Nikki Jean]
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Little Weapon,
Little Weapon,
Little Weapon
We're calling you
There's a war
If the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon
Need you now, pow
[Lupe Fiasco]
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macabre Parade of the toys he made
And in shemaghs and shades who looks half his age
About half the size of the flags they waved
And Camouflage suits that made to fit youths
Cuz the ones off the dead soldiers hang a lil loose
With AK-47's that they shootin into heaven
Like they tryin to kill the Jetson's
They struggle lil recruits
Cute Smile less, Heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways,
Can't write their own names, or read
the words that's on their own graves
Think you gangsta popped a few rounds,
These kids will come through and murder a whole town,
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down,
The grave gets deeper the further we go down
[Chorus]
[Bishop G]
Imagine if I had to console,
The family of those slayed,
I slain on game consoles,
I aim I hold, right trigger to squeeze,
press up and Y one less nigga breathe,
B for the Bombs press pause for your moms,
Make the room silent, she don't
approve of violent games,
She leaves resume activity,
Start and blew hearts, with poor harsh wizardry,
On next part I insert code
To sweeten up the little purses of murder workload
I tell him he work for CIA with A
A operative, I operate this game all day
I hold a controller, connected to the soldier
With weapons on his shoulder he's
only seconds older than me
We playful but serious, now keep that on mind
for online experience
[Chorus x2] |
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