Evil

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They don't mind you givin' the latest rap
 They don't mind your being hoes
 They don't mind your being bitches
 They don't mind you being whatever image that Viacom and BET can come up with
 But what they don't want you to know.
 Is that you're the ones that can redefine civilization if you take time to do it
 It's a Guerrilla Funk-orchestrated counter-attack
 Formulate and infiltrate 'em so the people react
 See if I was wicked I would pick and stick to a plan
 To rule the world and trick 'em, this is how it'd begin
 See I'd have to find a way to keep the people enslaved
 Behave, teach the babies it's my way or the grave
 And start with the body, workin' labor for free
 And give 'em fake religion so they worshippin' me
 And see and when the free labor play out, I'd let it go
 But only after I made enough to control
 Then I'd tell 'em that the Afterlife is better than this
 And that they should love their enemies when faced with contempt
 I'd persist with some history that I would rewrite
 In a school system where I'd keep the money too tight
 I'd let 'em all know just where they belong in my world
 Turn the boys into felons, makin' hookers of girls
 Swirled up in my plan, build jails to keep
 All my prisons full of niggas, have 'em workin' for free
 See with ghetto-economics in check, I'd keep 'em broke
 Teach 'em only to respect sports, music and dope
 Control the content of lyrics, now only the sound
 Of sex, dope and murder in a song is allowed
 Tell 'em Niggas ain't shit every move that they make
 And that black is dirty so they never try to be great
 Can you relate? I'd laugh, watch 'em murder for scraps
 Set it up so they'd die over crack I provide
 Do it right, and I'd see they try to be like me
 Try to be the biggest G up in these murderous streets
 I'd teach, manhood means how many women ya fuck
 How many babies you can make, responsibility ducked
 Fuck a job, real men are pimps, that's what I'd teach
 And if bitches wanna trip, then them bitches get beat
 I'd see it all through, never lose and pass a new law
 Give 'em 3 strikes so the men are constantly gone
 Yeah, if I was evil they would think I do no wrong
 See it's lethal how I keep 'em in their place so long, believe
 I got my eyes upon you, and all the things that you do
 Some close they eyes but mine can see, all the evil surroundin' me
 So what I'm 'posed ta do, when I can see right through?
 Expose the lies and snatch the sheets, fight the evil surroundin' me
 After all is said and done here and I could afford
 I'd concentrate deeply on controllin' abroad
 And think about a way to take control of they land
 I'd create a virus made to murder people en masse
 Last time was Tuskegee, but now it's for real
 House Bill 15090 would just kill
 With germs that would murder with sperm and blood drips
 And kill 'em all worser than burned, they'd die quick
 See to understand, you could witness the plan
 Through the green-monkey sham they would think it began
 And while we argue over the cost, they'd all die
 With generations all being lost with no fight
 I'd continue with the pain, make it oh-so plain
 I'd manipulate the market for my capital gain
 Keep the people all broke and confused and underclass
 Give my homies all executive bonuses through the crash
 And if the heat get too hot, I'd plant a bomb
 Or wreck a plane, just like Hitler back in the day
 And scare all the people, they'd forget about me
 They'd forget about elections and the way that we cheated
 See me blame it on a foreigner and non-white men
 Celebrate my gestapo with a positive spin
 Then manipulate the media - it's U.S. first
 Get the stupid-ass public to agree with my words
 Then I'd make the play, takin' all their freedoms away
 Incarcerate anybody that'll get in my way
 Make 'em censor any media that challenge the mold
 Give 'em bullshitty shows just like Anna Nicole's
 Control the message in the music - it's gangsta fo' sho
 Give 'em diamonds, never tell 'em 'bout the conflict zones
 Never tell 'em 'bout the murder in Sierra Leone
 Never tell 'em how the diamonds make 'em murder their own
 It's all too easy, if I was evil that's how I'd rock it
 Make sure that my propaganda won't ever stop it
 Got 120 channels, but it's nothin' to watch
 Now 11: 55 be the time on the clock, believe.

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Duration
04:00
Key
1
Tempo
176 BPM

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