Lletres: Videodrone. Pig in a Blanket.

You roll with the sick dog
We come with a sick dog song
You big, what the fuck they think you're live
But you're dead wrong

You run for the six eye
You fuck what's in the pride
You pray for thugs who pretend
Would you still die?

We run on sick flys
Come, come with that guests now
They come with the guys
Psycho thugs make a dog cry

We live in a psychos world
You run me down
Fuck around
And you're dead gone

Shake ups, road blocks
That don't stop till one don't drop
Beta what time is it
Home or holding the dome with high chromes

Smoke at the front of place
And cyclone where I'm from
Tattoos and bald heads mack
In my soul just a walk in the fans

Fuck Marshall law in the brawl
Go against the grain, make the law fall
Purchase the whole damn flat
My flag fuck those who harass

Like rap hog rats make tracks
One dispute and baby touch my cop unit
Gas mask 'cause this world's polluted
One for twenty-four's bent rolls

They should be the ones
That get jam and it blows
Watch out before I purchase
To get weed, fuck L.A.P.D.

Sham Boy walks among us
A puppet slave of justice
Control is what he dreams of
A pig in charge of freeing us

I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them, it just makes a man
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them, it just makes a man

They come to my blocks, school of hot docs
Blasting badges, L.A. cops
Guards and his outlook jail, well call hell
I pay thirteen hundred a month for my cell

Now, what's bell picture from this lifetime
The only way out submit to a tile
Death on the drop of a dime flat line
We resist the fight on the front line

Vicious, faceless, needless
Shotgun replaced this penis
Machines conceive to terrorize
Protect and serve us genocide

I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them, it just makes a man
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them, it just makes a man

I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them, it just makes a man
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them, it just makes a man

God just makes a man
God just makes a man
God just makes a man
God just makes a man
God just makes a man