Spose - New song i made the other day gonna delete tonight lyrics

[Verse 1: Spose] "One, two," said a cop, "three" Found a murder weapon in his hand, he said, "It's not me!" (America!) Wanna stop me? Get a less hot beat I made a couple hundred grand and they told me that talk's cheap So careful who you listen to I see who you pretend to be, I know that it isn't you (We're locking up your role models) The conditions that they're living through Make 'em wanna get a gun and drop white like pigeon poop [Hook: Spose] Live from the spot where the slave boats park We replaced 'em with a yacht (Take a picture of it) Getting oil, can't stop Got the waste mountain climbing, we gon' take it to the top (To the top!) Hands for the money (Hands down) Hands without food (Hands up) I know you kids looking hungry (Give it up, give it up, give it up) We gon' need that too [Verse 2: Spose] Hot dogs, Michael Phelps, baseball Racism, cla**ism, H-bombs, napalms (I pledge allegiance) Bud Light, revolution, bravery Lynch mob, burnt cross, segregation, slavery (USA!) Listen children, open up the syllabus White people landed here and then they started k**ing it Blood and innocence under the soil of the villages A country made of immigrants that don't want any immigrants (Build a wall) Flag waving in the sky, what it symbolize? Mountain made of bodies, had to die for the enterprise So yes, protest, but guys, that is ill-advised The poor not ready for a war if it did arise (They not ready!) Bulletproof vest fashion, yeah, we civilized Fliest right here, militarized, you feel the vibe? Let's get a babysitter and shelter to chill inside And hope she gets me off like a cop when he k** a guy Move aside the curtain of pollution Type a status 'bout it, say you'll do sh**, you don't do sh** Red, white, and blue, the decoration's made of bruises Uncle Sam is drinking night and day, he gets abusive Life's a b**h but you thirst for the juices Learn the ropes just so you can turn 'em into nooses Speak about it and we gonna make you feel doofus 'Till you get reclusive or you chuck the deuces [Hook: Spose] Live from the spot where the slave boats park We replaced 'em with a yacht (That's America) Getting oil, can't stop Got the waste mountain climbing, we gon' take it to the top (To the top!) Hands for the money (Hands down) Hands without food (Hands up) I know your kids looking hungry (Give it up, give it up, give it up) We gon' need that too [Outro: Dave Gutter] We gon' need that too America the beautiful, America the great America's a funeral, America's a wake America the beautiful! Everything is usual, it usually fake America's a sewer leak that drains into a lake A cannery of tuna fish still going for the [?] America's a crucifix, a mix of love and hate America the beautiful!