This time the bullet
cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon
instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper
about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules
when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet
blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the
living dead
Who stood and watched
as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerised
Cellular phones
soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone
before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9
they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas
every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas
lost their minds
Just victims of the in house
drive by
They say jump
you say how high
Just victims of the in house
drive by
They say jump
you say how high
Checka, checka, check it out
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Just victims of the in house
drive by
They say jump
you say how high
Just victims of the in house
drive by
They say jump
you say how high
Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9
they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas
every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas
lost their minds
No escape from the mass
mind rape
Play it again jack
and then rewind the tape
And then play it
again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies
that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products
that they're sellin' ya
They say jump
and ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin'
bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in house
drive by
They say jump
you say how high
Just victims of the in house
drive by
They say jump
you say how high
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Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
Ya gotta bullet
in ya fuckin' head
Yeah! Yeah!
sh that I could talk to you
Be with you somehow
I know you're in a better place
And you know I can see your face
I know you're smiling down on me
Saying everything's okay
I wish that I could hold you now
I wish that I could
touch you now