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kin - kolawole tokeaux lyrics

[verse]
she way p-ssed the point of discussing frivolous sit ins
this system picked this victim to demonize as the villain
she sees the badge, white cloak, 13th amendment
huddled ’round her son
surrounded by evil spirits
her grandma cryin out with dried blood on her hands
she gagged cuz his flesh peeled from his neck off
society against her justice be served quicker
to this young kaffir electric chair is fittin
immune to the what should yall do better from critics
this ma’am is ready for dinner
look how she b-tter the biscuits
she told me guard your family tree
branch out to your seeds before they blood stains the leaves
learn to walk around with a cold stare
our bloods in the air got me so aware
the devil covers lies with a sweet smell
now that’s scopolamine!!!! (devils breath)

[chorus]
ayo i put that on my mama
i will protect this kin
ayo i put that on my daddy
i will protect this kin
if you ain’t on code, don’t come round here
as for me and my house
i will protect this kin

[bridge]
aye, i’m not a k!ller but don’t push me
revenge is like the sweetest joy when protecting family
this the thug life
i’m not a k!ller but don’t push me
i’ll give you the business if you comin at my family
this the thug life

[verse]
he yelled what i’m supposed to do huh?
you give nothing that we need to succeed
we led by bucket-headed c–ns on the news screen
donkey elephants are eating off our noose string
yes i’ve read jim’s creed (jumpin jim crow laws)
oh you offended i’m disgusted?
at every chance you question what’s my motive
maybe it’s that my father’s murder was discussed
over double pump lattes and low fat m-ffins
but kay (kolawole tokeaux) said be cool you not the enemy
but lord knows that this venom’s from your energy
racism ain’t overt its low key
well call the glock mr.curry because it got a high 3
caught your racist granny and i had to d rose her
decapitated daddy from his weak shoulders
yo lotto number picked me so i know it’s on
i’ll die for the throne and my home, ho bring it on!
aim for the head and never aim for the chest
-ssume a knifes in his vest if it’s hand to hand
ammonia in they food
be sure to know your crops be patient
train your kids to don’t ever trust the cops

[chorus]

- kolawole tokeaux lyrics

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