War Witch – B.o.B – letras

Yeah uhhI just adjusted my methodThey try to muddy my messageAnother corrupt one electedAnother new puppet selectedThis ain’t a fairly taleYeah, far from an urban legendIn a war propagandaCan often be used as a murder weaponWhat’s the direction we’re headed in?Can’t get arrested and not get neglectedGuessing my presence is threateningPut you on game and they try to discredit itThanks to the internetWe can see racism isn’tAs dead as they said it isSerious as getting beheadedThey edit the footageThen go off for beveragesOh me, oh my the keys unlockThe closed mind, huhFee fi fo fum, I see the beast close byBut an eye, for an eyeFor an eye, for an eye, for an eyeSoon we’ll all be blindOver time, over time, over timeBandzWeed don’t get me high like it usedThey say I don’t sound like I used toBut an eye, for an eyeFor an eye, for an eye, for an eyeSoon we’ll all be blindOver time, over time, over timeUnited savages of america, huhCorruption, extortionTorture, et cetera, huhLooking for war that we can declare on yaLike, hmm, we can just controlThis whole areaOverbearing clutchCountry run by billionaires’r’usEvil predatorDon’t want the beef if it ain’t rare enoughPolice scared of usPropaganda and hysteriaWhat’s in the dairy truckCrops and produce sprayed in fairy dustBudget cuts like an uppercutFrom the upper classAll they serving is platesOf suffering succotashI know someone in powerSomeone behind the maskWhen I find someone, Imma whoop someone assIs what you’re askingFor really what you are ready for?It’s time for actionAnd that is not a metaphorI know someone in powerSomeone behind the maskWhen I find someone, Imma whoop someone assUhh, I respect your silenceBut I won’t comply with tyrantsOr confide in dead messiahsBy now you know a lot about meNothing’s ever privateWhatever you’re lookingFor in life you’ll more than likely find itGuns, drugs, sexBasically everything but guidanceMost of our life we guessing shitThe rest is left to scienceThey just give you the gospelSee, you gotta connect the right onesThe rope is around all of our necksBut in the hood it’s slightly tighterThe cause of death is biasBecause if you get shot then daquan did itIf a flood kill you then god did itGet assassinated, then the mob did itYou don’t know the killer unless a cop did itWe treat our problemsHow we treat our criminalsWe lock them long as we canSo we don’t have to deal with themRain bandz