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lirik lagu hammer – native guns

[verse 1: bambu]

put up a pistol and whistle a warning by calling your people to war
whether it’s marching a rally or all of us battling
and out to get more for the poor
attacking political strategists
[?] for the cameras
savages ready to go
i could just shut the f-ck up but i was nice enough
to let y’all motherf-ckers know:
it’s time for the victimized to be [?] inside
and to be given a shot to be heard
instead of just sitting around for another let-down
together was bound to be burned [?]
the table is turned, and every direction is us getting f’d in the a
and every day, another young brother gets carried away
in one of three different ways–
one:
getting too heated and pulling the heat to get backed
to get a man clapped
two:
getting carried away in a body bag
from being on the wrong end of a gat
three:
getting carried away, handcuffed to your back
and pigs putting kicks in your ribs
it’s a twisted psychology– tragedy, comedy–
and that’s just how it motherf-cking is
we live in the last days
the patriot act
our veterans still in a rut
na-tive guns, that’s what’s up!
one, two, three, bruh, brrup brup brup brup
belt buckle hiked up, now i’m ready to go
my people, y’all ready to go?
wear my soldiers at?
give me five seconds to grab my roscoe and get on the road, baby

[chorus: kiwi]

native guns, native guns, raise it up–
whether you that
(blow blow blow!)
l.a. go
(blow blow blow!)
ol’ town go
(blow blow blow!)
frisco go
(blow blow blow!)
okay, ease up, right here…

[verse 2: kiwi]

los ángeles, califaztlan
tat it underneath my tongue
put your ear to my chest, come hear the drum
children asking where it’s from
it’s a heartbeat, whether it’s on-beat or off-beat
we were here first, this is our street
[?] life that we all see
roots underground coming out that concrete
putting bush jr. and all of his homies in wall street
onto a hot seat
heat them and hang them up like hot links
on the back of a mid town swap-meet
we trade and barter in the spirit of our great-grandfathers
stories and her-stories that generations teach each other
do we take those dreams and rock them?
or do we keep our hands up off them?
do we wait for the world to fall apart
while we just stand there watching?
bullets and bombing, all the pain and misery they’re causing
rumors of war, but just take a look
at who’s doing all of the talking:
bush, cheney, and condoleeza
schwarzenegger and gavin newsom
americans, they walk in fear
when i ask them where they be getting their news from
so you want the truth?
well, look now further than that gruesome twosome
open both of our mouths
and it’s like you’re looking straight down the barrels of two guns

[chorus: kimi and bambu]

native guns, native guns, raise it up–
whether you that
(blow blow blow!)
luzon go
(blow blow blow!)
visayas go
(blow blow blow!)
mindanao go
(blow blow blow!)

so…
seize the time, take the hour
free your mind, taste the power
open wide, go outside
take to the streets and make them ours
bring your signs, rock them drums
call your elders, call your young
whether this whole sh-t together
one for all and all for one

seize the time, take the hour
free your mind, taste the power
open wide, go outside
take to the streets and make them ours
bring your signs, [?] the drums
call your elders, call your sons
weather this whole sh-t together
one for all and all for…

one

- native guns

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