All Dead (Shafiq En' A-Free-Ka 2009)

Текст песни Shafiq Husayn - All Dead (Shafiq En' A-Free-Ka 2009)

Illusionary smoke
From the stuff they puff
HR Block
Can't stop the big bad wolf
When they huff and puff
And knock ya down
Bulls eye mark
Then they stalk you down
The fool on the hill
With the smirk and crown
See how that sounds
A little unrational
Public service announcement
To all the free nationals
Second class vaginal
Yep they get fucked
That's why they stuck
In the same place
Confetti and stuff
With that
Same o'lame o'real
Same o'deal
My state
Same ol'steal
And it's frozen like ice
In the coldest place
Where that space be
Can't even be traced
It's the poppy field
To the leaf worker's bag
The bag to the boat
To catch wind drag
The boat to the post
But no one on coast
Like they supposed to
They all disappear
Like ghosts
The boat to port
Report to their suppliers
Supply to the cops
Now who's to work for hire
Them young Moorish Messiahs
Who want them rims and tires
With the toys in their pocket
That can spit out fire
The drug trafficker
To actor on the set
The black momma
To baby
Who ain't born yet
From the table to the nose
The cons and pros
You know how it go
All dead
All dead

If you knew what I knew
You would do what you do

All dead
All dead

If you heard what I said
All dead is what I read
And I ain't playing

All dead
All dead

All dead is what I read
And what I'm saying ain't unusual

All dead
All dead

Dope man
All dead is what I read
I ain't trying to confuse you bro