Bambú - Wall Tag lyrics

[Verse One] Please don't get me f**ed up This ain't flower power this is gun powder Popping out the muzzle of the rifle from a clock tower Cower if you can, shower pellets in the sand Just to get the message out that it's fist over hand Overstand, the poverty is obviously a issue And the cost of new schools pays for one missile Gun whistles still k** kids in the poorest conditions Now it's private companies come and buying upstate prisons I get into your city, off the plane and straight To the hood, to familiarize myself with the place Where the folks who live like me live I could give a sh** about the crime rate I relate the crime to pigs Weather in my city, weather smog thick in our lungs Where the prisons dictate where the d** get slung Yeah, ayo Ern turn my sh** up loud Rebuild the building and the Assa**in burn it down Like... [Hook] That smog driven rebel rap Listen and really relate to that Living in that condition where children are driven to aim and fire back I tag it on a wall of city hall I do I tag it on a wall of city hall I do Smog city rap, guns blat, listen really relate to that Living inside of a prison, a million inmates either brown or black I tag it on a wall of city hall I do I tag it on a wall of city hall I do [Verse Two] It's the lion and the mouse when the mouse gets out Then the mouse should let the lion die slow without a doubt Terror in a three piece suit that's big money For the Philippians, Mexico and Watts stay hungry Every African country Every third world life The favelas in Brazil, Palestinian nights It's the [?] Dynasty's technology up in the gun An Iraq man scooping up the brains of his son And in Haiti they awaiting more aid until the day a new Cause gets blasted on the television Wait, you'll see The philanthropy is subject to catastrophe Never truly fixing where the problem is actually Peace to all that real rebel rap We gon' find your stupid a**, run tell dat (Souljah Boy) Soula**a**in.com on the net Ern Dogg on the drum to that city I rep