INCREDIBLE INSURRECTION

Ok, you ready?
We're starting
Huh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing
Take, back the land from God, for the heathens, for the heathens, for the heathens
And make, the people write the laws
'Bout time 'bout time 'bout time
Oil derrick suckin' up from mother
While hеr soil buried bodies of the othеrs
The banana clip kill brother from another mother
Can we save the planet from the gutter?
Oh, I don't know
Allah save us from ourselves
Everyday they want to set another race war
But I won't be a mother****er that gon' hate more
Takin' all the water, we the ones they made poor
Kill the corporations they don't want to stay sore
A knife in the back
It be your own species that believes that crap, white and black
Huh, alright
Now from the front to the back, I want to see mother****ers get what you want
Alright
Timmy better call
I knew him as a child
Where that mother****er go?
Maybe I could find him at the bottom of a bottle?
Or maybe I could find him at the ending of this song?
(I'm wrong, I'm wrong)
Leave me out dry
Standin' in the desert, put a bullet to the sky
I'm surprised you mother****ers even still alive
Find a way to kill 'em when I'm ****ing certified
I hope you're terrified
That I'm ****ing verified
Uh, I'mma go put something pretty scary in the sky
Uh, all of you mother****ers don't want to come and die
I'mma rip your legs, tell the people they dumb to try
And the oil couldn't rise
There is no need for war on a national scale
There is no need for wars when the rationals prevail
There is no need for bullets raining down in a hail
I hope all of the you mother****ers go straight to hell
They just want to see us lying on the ground
Keep squabbling amongst yourselves so you can ignore the genocide happening overseas, right under your nose
Lobbyists would like it if we didn't make a sound
Keep arguing about race and class while innocents overseas are shot by bullets encased in brass
Dis-ownable
The body count is insurmountable
And nobody is ever held accountable