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terrorist threats - mad sadiq lyrics

{verse 1]:
splash
these haters getting wet
probably cause the only thing i’m hittin’ is net
i’m out of control like peter pan’s silhouette
i be spittin’ too hard i can’t even take a breath (lemme breath)
you don’t think i work hard, bet
when i’m working hard, yea i’m aiming for your neck
you gon’ feel the pain when you walk each step
imma have you scared with these terrorist threats
i’m a beast and it’s time for me to eat
watch me feast on the beat, bow down at my feet
mad is not one that you can beat
i’m undefeated, meaning you can not defeat
i’m undefeat-able, meaning you must forfeit
or meet the pink soles of my new cleats
i’m rich b-tch, everyday christmas and my wishlist contains big tits

[refrain]:
what you gon’ do, what you gon’ do
this a threat to the world what you gon’ do
what you gon’ do, what you gon’ do
this a threat to the world what you gon’ do

[verse 2]:
i gotta go hard, don’t you feel me
go hard or go away like my nickname penny
cause i can’t go home ’til i make a milli’, really these politcians silly
rather shoot and k!ll me, than help me run the whole city
i do not want none their pity
this world is filled with enmity
but mighty mad he will fight
to extradite all of the spite
and spread the light within the darkness that harvest nothing but fright, alright

[refrain]:
what you gon’ do, what you gon’ do
this a threat to the world what you gon’ do
what you gon’ do, what you gon’ do
this a threat to the world what you gon’ do

(chorus)
said we ’bout to start another revolution tonight
said we ’bout to start another revolution tonight

[verse 3]:
extra pills, extra pills
low ammo, need extra pills
the government has money, needs extra bills
used to eat with their money, now it’s better meals
been in the studio, best on the field
had to get my clint on, standing next to bill
really i just wanna get a check for a bill’
my mama is a soldier, i was born to k!ll
and imma count mil’s cause my flow too ill
and i’m still too real, playa still too trill
everybody goes hard for the o’s
homies hating over money cause their hearts real cold
hold a gun to my face then you are bold
put that heat to your face then you stuck there froze
ironically the economy shows this bureaucracy has many quandaries
but, i gotta go hard cause my team has to eat
i gotta go hard cause we don’t take defeats
diq know, his beast flow in control so p-ss me the remote, (uh)
what’s up with it, this government
kurupt cause there’s racist running it
daz why most whites find comfort in
seeing us in dog pounds, they loving it
we struggling, we funding them
rich white folk, yep, we condescend
to a level where we follow their propaganda
built on lies like santa
feel like we always have our hands up
make us look violent and dumb
nowadays seen as banter
it’s gotta change yes it’s mando’

[refrain]:
what you gon’ do, what you gon’ do
this a threat to the world what you gon’ do
what you gon’ do, what you gon’ do
this a threat to the world what you gon’ do

(chorus)
said we ’bout to start another revolution tonight
said we ’bout to start another revolution tonight

[verse 4]:
now say b.r.o.s.o, say b.r.o.s.o
this the outspoken tape, hashtag stay woke
though the system is broke, imma still be the g.o.a.t
so let’s make a toast to the ones that know
my flow so cold, make it snow
be real or stay, original
corruption is within all the politics and they don’t know how to listen
then again
society makes them feel like gods
society praise them just like gods
open your third eye and you will find
the government is based off lies
the government will crucify
anybody willing to defy
so one day if i am to die
know the government did the crime
i realize that i realize
this fantasy so jive, these fans will be surprised
little homie take a seat, they k!lling people in the streets
cause of your pigment, think you’re resisting
if they see he’s ballin’, then they want to off him
no it can’t be undone, government is some sc-m
c-mmin’ on her face, while my homie caught a case
he just wants to get paid but they gunnin’ by mistake
yo they gunnin’ in my state
now it’s time for us to raid
time for them to feel the blade
time for them to feel the pain
aye

[outro}:
hands up, don’t shoot

- mad sadiq lyrics

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