Intro:
I mean like, I don’t really understand it why do people riot, I mean like, poor blacks, poor whites, Mexicans
They just tear up their own cities and sh**
Everything is just fine in this country
I mean, you know what I’m talking about right?
You saw Mike Brown
He stole some blunt wraps man, he pushed that guy, he deserved what he got, right?
Am I right or am I right?
Eric Garner selling cigarettes, man, you can’t go around selling cigarettes
Second hand smoke k**s
I mean, they should have choked him out, right?
Philando __, he’s reaching for his license, they weaponize those things!
Chorus:
You a brainwashed n***a
In the race draft, ’cause you’re brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain’t brainwashed
We don’t want your a**, ’cause you’re brainwashed
Head shots to the brain!
You a brainwashed n***a
In the race draft, ’cause you’re brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain’t brainwashed
We don’t want your a**, ’cause you’re brainwashed
POP! POP! ‘leave his brain washed!
Verse 1:
You a brainwashed n***a
I don’t know what y’all on
Just leave me the f** alone
Every day another s**er’s born
What the f**er was your mother on?
Some of that propaganda fluid
I seen it all before that’s how I knew it
Dehumanize an entire population before extermination
And the whole nation claps when you do it
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Your loyalties lie with the vultures
They sent you hear to infiltrate the culture
Greg Poppovich is how they coach you
Soldier, soul to be a soldier, got it?
Product of that MKUltra
I’m knowing the enemies in the building
“Hey, hey! There he goes right there!”
He looks like us he’s a chameleon
“Go get that n***a man!”
Chorus:
You a brainwashed n***a
In the race draft, ’cause you’re brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain’t brainwashed
We don’t want your a**, ’cause you’re brainwashed
Head shots to the brain!
You a brainwashed n***a
In the race draft, ’cause you’re brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain’t brainwashed
We don’t want your a**, ’cause you’re brainwashed
POP! POP! ‘leave his brain washed!
You a brainwashed n***a!
Verse 3:
Yeah man, I picked up this goddamn magazine, this rap magazine
n***a on the cover looking like he ain’t black faced
Some of you street n***as brainwashed too
Only point your gun at another black person
You’re doing their dirty work
Malcolm X died for your sins
Doctor King died for your sins
Makavelli died for your sins, gold j**els on your entire limbs
Chrome shoes on your Benz tire rims, ridiculed by your friends
Viewing life through the Empire’s lense
f** boi, give peace a chance John Lennon
But I’m surrounded by these Don Lemons
See them on the news making excuses for all the executions
Blind man see the phony fry in him
I’m hoping God with him when the ride
Sent him six shots in him Glock spin him like a spinning top then he stops grinning
Gotta show your teeth, tuck your shirt by the gooch buckle
No nuts hang ___ boy got a moose knuckle
Emasculate our identity that’s the new struggle
‘Till we harmless as a cute chuckle