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lirik lagu sellouts – payday monsanto

(wow)
wow, what?
(this beat is beautiful)
you’re a f*ckin’ maniac
(what was i smokin’ when i made this)
you were flyin’ a 747
(really?)
on your way to soul heaven
(well, i have pictures, then)
you really had chopped*suey delight, and you were dope…
(wow)
that night…
you chopped this beat up brilliantly, dawg
(really?)
of course
(can you prove that? ha,ha,ha)
of course

i feel so blessed, the fan*mail is pourin’ in. don’t let ’em fool you, when they talk about the origin. i will never be featured up in “the source”, i’m cut from an indiscеrnible cloth. i don’t care about my ’88 mercеdes. i never*ever cheated on my ladies. the greenery i like to spark, is kinda brown/bushy. m*th*rf*ckas talk authoritive, but they sound p*ssy. and, you could take that to the cathedral, and pray to st. anthony, i ain’t playin’ wit you f*ckin’ people. you’ve all done slandered me enough, on minute sh*t, i don’t care about that stuff. it’s all poppy*c*ck and buffoonery, they all stairin’ at the moon, yo, it’s lunacy. (luna see)
there should never be a doubt up in ‘ya mind, this is the time, for you to see. i couldn’t give a flyin’ f*ck, no matter what appendages you try’n suck. i’ll provide tha full*flavor payday monsanto, ask ‘ya f*ckin’ neighbour. to all of my people in the sticks, we go back to 1996. i am not a ladies man, but you have been purchased for about eighty grand…

you trust’n my discernment, now?
(mumbles)
motherf*cka, what?
(mumbles)
you don’t trust my discernment?
(mumbles)
what?
(mumbles)
what?
(mumbles)
[gunshot]
everybody got a story to tell, i got a vet friend, he can tell ’em gory as h*ll. it don’t mean that they true, or they’re accurate. this is day*two, you can view my immaculate…conclusion. motherf*cka’s been sufferin’ from delusions, ill*strating their confusion. now they up against the wall, if we know one thing, the tyrants have been exposed, and they will fall. they got people afraid to speak out, frightened of the several slogans, that we shout. ’cause we from tha grass*roots, madd as tha lads, we haven’t been dumbed*down by madison ave. we haven’t taken our vaccines given to us by stars, ’cause they’re not ours. you get it? we don’t play with improvocateurs, or any corporate wh0res, we put ’em behind bars…

enemies of the republic…
(they must pay)
have no worry, we gonna get ’em one day…
(indiscernible dialogue)
enemies of the republic…
(that’s a whole ‘nother subject)
enemies of the republic…
(ha)
enemies of the republic…
(they must pay)
have no fear, we gonna get ’em one day…
enemies of the republic…
(maurice strong)
the republic…
(he’s an enemy of the republic)
grab ‘ya steel, that’s for real
grab ‘ya steel, that’s for real

some would say “payday is a fed”…”shoot them m*th*f*ckaz in they god*forsaken head”…(laughs)
that’s what a fed would say…you might’a got away, but i’ma get you anyway. while others would say “i sold out, the newworldorder owns my soul”, no doubt. i’m a general who just can’t order my men right, bermes would say “i’m an anti*semite” and, you’re a m*th*f*ckin’ “milk*toast actor” if i see you on the street, i just might smack ‘ya. and, i do keep a burner, that should concern ‘ya, don’t get me confused with hal turner. once i get in ‘ya bloodstream, you gotta need it. if you ain’t feelin’ me you quadriplegic. you better get a grip on reality, this is how i smack you in the face, for a salary. i take it back to battlin’ at “the gallery”, i ain’t alex keaton, but you look like mallory. i catch you in da modern*day coliseum, i’m real cool with the lions, and i’m tryin’ to feed ’em. yeah, i know what your trusted*source said, please don’t let that nonsense rush to ‘ya head. i paint with a broad*brush that is red, when i smack you wit it, you gon say “payday is a fed”
[gunshot]
(i guess you got me…)

- payday monsanto

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