WHIP - Lyrics by Deacon Burns
When they say WHIP
Leaving welts on your back with mind control time to drown us rats
When they say WHIP
Trying to kill us Black. We've sold our souls for money and crack
When they say WHIP
Well I guess that's it when it's hand over fist. This life's a B***#!
When they say WHIP
While the cops on the street put your hands in cuffs on your knees begging please
Profiled by the beast, if your skin ain't bleached be discreet or get beat
Until you scream out "Toby" (they) got you and your homie in the penitentiary
Just so the state can make paper and they're quick to pull a trigger, buck down another N***a
Set your clocks back before the whip cracks and they invade your sh**!
Watch your back before the cops attack, hunting us down like rats, profiling the blacks
This is for the broke folk that drink and smoke, trying to forget 'cause they can't cope
And all the pain-pill addicted kripples, getting served by the hospitals, modern day dope
If you fit the description, there is no hope, just getting slammed down by your throat
Listen! It's just a modern day lynching, except they use a chair instead of a rope
Lord of the lash, they laugh with every crack of the whip, leaving another gash. Oh sh**!
Bring it back, arms, legs, hips, chest, thighs, feet, hands, and finger tips. Watch your lip
WHIP
Leaving welts on your back, with mind control, time to drown us rats
When they say WHIP
Trying to kill us Black. We've sold our souls for money and crack
When they say WHIP
This game's a trip and we've all been tricked, trying to scheme and get rich
When they say WHIP
Well I guess that's it when it's hand over fist. This life's a B***#!
When they say WHIP
While the cops on the street put your hands in cuffs on your knees begging please
Profiled by the beast, if your skin ain't bleached be discreet or get beat
Until you scream out "Toby" (they) got you and your homie in the penitentiary
Just so the state can make paper and they're quick to pull a trigger, buck down another N***a
Handcuffed to the beast. Hail to the thief. (The)only thing the meek shall inherit is more grief
While the Illuminati whip and rape the weak, not allowed to think or speak
The Snake, Pyramid, and Obelisk on the money of the materialistic rich makes me sick
But if you make a stand against the government they got the nerve to label you a terrorist. Ain't that a b***#!
Revenge for those left stranded alone in the darkness full of bullets
And all the cats that you shot in the streets, claiming that they had a gun when you knew it was a wallet
Keep your kids on a leash and your mouth in a muzzle. (You)don't want to be in front of the barrel
(We)gotta rebel in these streets of hell before the world pops and they kill Hip Hop
WHIP
Leaving welts on your back, with mind control, time to drown us rats
When they say WHIP
Trying to kill us Black. We've sold our souls for money and crack
When they say WHIP
This game's a trip and we've all been tricked, trying to scheme and get rich
When they say WHIP
Well I guess that's it when it's hand over fist. This life's a B***#!
When they say WHIP
While the cops on the street put your hands in cuffs on your knees begging please
Profiled by the beast, if your skin ain't bleached be discreet or get beat
Until you scream out "Toby" (they) got you and your homie in the penitentiary
Just so the state can make paper and they're quick to pull a trigger, buck down another N***a
MARCH!
Left Right Left Right Left Right - KRIP HOP YOU GOTTA MARCH!
Left Right Left Right Left Right - KRIP HOP YOU BETTER MARCH!
Left Right Left Right Left Right - KRIP HOP YOU GOTTA MARCH!
Left Right Left Right Left Right Left Right - KRIP HOP! KRIP HOP!
