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guild master - triandro lyrics

[intro]
“therefore, propaganda is vastly more important in democratic societies”
“in recognising a communist, physical appearance counts for nothing
if he openly declares himself to be a communist
we take his word for it
if a person consistently reads and advocates the views
expressed in a communist publication
he may be a communist”

[verse 1]
(fem, fem, fem, b*tch)
sh*t
(fem, fem, fem, b*tch, mac, mac, mac, mac)
brandishing a 22′ in my glovebox
smoke so much green
and i keep a f*cking blunt topped
even when i’m sniffling i’m recording
keep my girl contorted
my grind so hard, man this sh*t is just important
nevеr pacifist, sick of all these activists
who stay inside, whеn a n*gga called an anarchist
forefront lines, when they’re told in the m*n*script
anakin, with the high ground, y’all are *n*lysts
baffling, and i’m laughing when
all these actors win all they crowds over
with they classic f*cking pandering
culture stolen, by all of these vultures
they just in it for bank and the holly exposure
let the molly take over, take a polygraph test
while you at it tie that cord of indecision round neck
the sober i get, the motive i don’t, the colder you blow
your words down the sewer, blew a f*cking c note
pinot keyhole, looking through your nose like a puppet
that pinocchio and bowie
how you rocking like f*ck it, n*gga d*mn
[verse 2]
a rocket for david, you crackers all like goliath
and i’m just puffing the ganja, you n*ggas need to stay quiet
i’m like a lion, snoop, snoopy, man crown the messiah
higher thoughts are only obvious when iron is fire
hire a barber to fix up that cracked ass line, (f*ck)
watch a joi n*gga maybe then you’ll come on time (b*tch n*gga ass)
all you crackers on that traction, b*tching with alopecia
haggle a n*gga out, man for all of they features (sh*t)
call yourself guild master so n*ggas are still slaves
jealous of a n*gga cause you can’t get laid
tell your sister and your mama that the s*x was great
and say sorry to your father for the spit on his grave
i know you itching to say it
your brain be constant replaying
i’m interested why you feel the need
but ah, you just racist
hold that gun in a placement
pipe that sh*t from the base end
you really a cracker now
repainting your bas*m*nt n*gga
b*tch

[outro]
“if a person supports organisations which reflect communist teachings, or organisations labelled communist by the department of justice, she may be a communist
if a person defends the activities of communist nations while consistently attacking the domestic and foreign policy of the united states, she may be a communist
if a person does all these things over a period of time, he must be a communist
but there are other communists who don’t show their real faces
who work more silently…”

- triandro lyrics

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