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Correct Walking In The Snow Lyrics
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Correct Walking In The Snow
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[Verse 1: El-P & Gangsta Boo] Get a dose of dirty code to go, been cold since Co-Flow I got wire or two unlodgin', I'll set a fire down below I'll hang it up when you say, "Sorry, I didn't know" Prolly got a year or ten to go, so let's go I don't really know how to go slow Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker's cold (Ayy) You in the wrong mode, you open and closin' your hole, it's a no go This whole world's a shit moat, filled to the brim like GitMo When you think it don't get mo' low it limbo 'til the sticks on flo' All oppression's born of lies, I don't make the rules, I’m just one guy All due respect, if getting spit on's how respect is now defined Hungry for truth but you got screwed and drank the Kool-Aid, there's a line It end directly at the edge of a mass grave, that's their design Funny fact about a cage, they're never built for just one group So when that cage is done with them and you're still poor, it come for you The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too (Oops) Pseudo-Christians, y'all indifferent Kids in prisons ain't a sin? Shit If even one scrap a what Jesus taught connected, you'd feel different What a disingenuous way to piss away existence, I don't get it I'd say you lost your goddamn minds if y'all possessed one to begin with [Chorus: Gangsta Boo] Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker cold Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker cold Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker cold Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (Cold, cold) [Break: Gangsta Boo] Yeah, ho, Gangsta Boo, Run the Jewels We back on our shit, and it's cold as fuck [Verse 2: Killer Mike] The way I see it, you're probably freest from the ages one to four Around the age of five you're shipped away for your body to be stored They promise education, but really they give you tests and scores And they predictin' prison population by who scoring the lowest And usually the lowest scores the poorest and they look like me And every day on evening news they feed you fear for free And you so numb you watch the cops choke out a man like me And 'til my voice goes from a shriek to whisper, "I can't breathe" And you sit there in the house on couch and watch it on TV The most you give's a Twitter rant and call it a tragedy But truly the travesty, you've been robbed of your empathy Replaced it with apathy, I wish I could magically Fast forward the future so then you can face it And see how fucked up it'll be I promise I'm honest, they coming for you The day after they comin' for me I'm readin' Chomsky, I read Bukowski I'm layin' low for a week I said somethin' on behalf of my people And I popped up in Wikileaks Thank God that I'm covered, the devil is smothered And you know the evil don't sleep Dick Gregory told me a couple of secrets before he laid down in his grave All of us serve the same masters, all of us nothin' but slaves Never forget in the story of Jesus, the hero was killed by the state [Chorus: Gangsta Boo] Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker cold Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker cold Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker cold Just got done walkin' in the snow Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (Cold, cold) [Verse 3: Killer Mike & El-P] Who really wanna run it with the Jewel Runners? Go hellfire hot in a new sauna It's a cold winter, baby, and a cruel summer I suicide bomb in the blue Hummer And emerge out the side, not a bruise on 'em Bad news come in two, son, do somethin' Treat beats like a wet thigh, chew on 'em Got a stroke row crew on 'em, move on 'em We be the heroes, the breakers of chains and the busters of locks (Locks, locks) You be them suckers supportin' them snitches that talk to the cops This the Illmatic of turning your face into fucker foie gras I'm not so sure opportunities knocking, it's prolly the law Word to the old school tape decks I get Radio Raheem respect My Nike pendant sacred, similar to the Ghostface bracelet Fire in the hole, oh, no joke Prolly go broke just off smoke Fuck are we gonna do, not smoke? Get a job, play the role, be adults? Nah, I'ma do me, arigato [Outro: Gangsta Boo] First of all, they cheated (Uh-huh) 'Cause if one of them black and the other one white (Uh-huh) So if you don't like 'em, you automatically racist (Ah, oh, well)
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