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Department of Justice
- Ayo…
- Time to Depart the Department of Justice, son
- What’s the worst sins
- Lust
- Lies
- Hate
- Jealousy
- Wickedness in totality
- These deranged fools
- Ay listen up, light the spliff up and get tucked
- Put on ya tux cuz we gonna jump
- Into the minds of the chumps controlling the bunch
- The millionaires and billionaires who lunch
- On the young side of the age spectrum
- Get back, time to verbally attack
- If I could, I’d kill em all with a snap
- Check these guardians of evilness inside the seats
- Hiding names, hiding the schemes that were obscene
- All the scenes that were schemed inside their dreams
- And their families were crying, lying makes you a thief
- If you strip away any chance of their grief
- It’s crazy, nothing about God can save thee
- And you protecting them makes you like a slave, G
- Either you’re with the freaks, the devils, and greed
- Or you got human decency in your self esteem
- Criminal thoughts that you import across your brain
- The source of the strains, lies the infants pain
- You paint us and image that Trump is really sane
- Though he ain’t, his face is dropping in shame
- In this game we call life, the shame is granted
- To anyone’s name who appeared in the page
- Of sex trafficking today, in the past or this day
- The ways of their actions deserve something from the highest power
- Not a slap on the wrist, where then they can scour
- But they need a fist full of grenades to hit their flowers
- Or a back of the head peppered with gun powder
- Yo it’s kinda dangerous we keep these men famous
- Inside ghettos, the brains is stained with sprayin shit
- We spend money to keep the wrong men painted
- Instead of incriminating ‘em, it’s all so tainted
- They sit in their 200,000 dollar cars
- Where kids in streets dying from the Escobar
- That Cocaina scarred into the face, becoming dark
- They knife steak and drink crushed grapes
- Lust over papes, over presidents and violence
- Supporting tyrants who starve the country in silence
- The lives dying, the highest pilots stop rising
- Instead they diving into their dryness of eyeing
- The people voting against higher pay, we’re dying
- As a nation, discrimination still leads the racing
- In a Benz, no cap, listening to Nas rap
- Feeling like all that, but I realize on that
- I’m flawed and I’m not at the level of combat
- That my enemies have, they drop bombs at
- The wrong cats, my song straps strafes and all that
- I grab a SWAT shield and a gun with a red beam
- Some vests to protect me from the ill stampede
- Imma lead against ye: THE DOJ, yes indeed
- You asking Kalli, how’s you get all set up, G
- Apparently enough cream can pay off police
- So bought his sticks, his sprays and steez
- And using that I raided the corrupters of Earth
- Ring shots through, shot the glocks first
- Then my flock of birds come swarming their nerves
- Leaving them not breathing, awaiting the dirt
- If they ain’t gonna serve their country and words
- The imma purge like I just did
- I don’t care if I gotta do a bid
- The whole world knows I’m the shit, I’m the kid
- Who’ll stand up for the jits who were tortured
- Putting another foot forward for more justice towards
- Convicting any Island visiting asshole in a ward
- Where they’ll rot forever, signing off
- Kalligraphy, ignored
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