Get Fired Up - Paris, T-K.A.S.H.

Get Fired Up - Paris, T-K.A.S.H.

Год
2008
Язык
`English`
Длительность
233420

Below is the lyrics of the song Get Fired Up , artist - Paris, T-K.A.S.H. with translation

Lyrics " Get Fired Up "

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Get Fired Up

Paris, T-K.A.S.H.

What’chu know about that hip-hop that’s corporatized?

What’chu know about them porch monkey raps and lies?

What’chu know about the image black men as pimps?

And Slavor Slav-ass country coon niggaz with limp?

What you know about a mack MC with skills

who could spit and kick real shit people could feel?

What’chu know about the radio and fake-ass clowns

with the same ten songs, every city and town?

What’chu know about that Hollywood culture fetish

and who fuckin who and what bitches is wearin?

And who gettin fat and who adoptin who

And what nigga got arrested now actin a fool

What’chu know about these rappers on Cribs at night?

Shootin pool with no motherfuckin books in sight

Grinnin grills when they showin off they rims and ice

With that 'HAA', wish them dumb motherfuckers be quiet!

See I’m fresh outta favors so excuse my tone

This bullshit been goin on way too long

Who decide what’chu listen to and what gets shown?

Who decides what message get inside your home?

I’m knowin all about devil-ass Jimmy Iovine

And all of the rest of the killin machine

Debra Lee and the BET hoes and demons

Dealin dope through the radio and video screens

I’m sayin… what if we demand a change?

And blow heads off 'stead of complainin

I’ll bet then you listen what folks sayin

When we say we had enough, knowin we ain’t playin

Now get fired up

I get fired up (*3X*)

Look at what they doin to me

I get fired up (*3X*)

Look at what they doin to me

Oh yeah~!

And fuck these political hacks

Wanna act like they the mouthpiece for blacks

Jesse Lee and Ward Connerly and Keyes attack

anything black when white folks writing the checks

And in fact, I could see hella niggaz is blind

Like Armstrong leavin every child behind

And McWhorter’s a whore too, shit is a crime

Clarence Thomas couldn’t ever be a brother of mine

I shine light on that bullshit, it’s all self hate (yeah)

Who the next face to betray the race?

I place bets that the real people sure to relate

When I blast on that bootlickin masquerade, and say

Hold up, wait a minute, nigga stop please

Me don’t suffer from vic-tim mentality

All we ever did was want to try to get a piece

of the pie that supposedly for everybody

Real talk, somebody best tell Russell

Fo’street niggas catch his ass up in a tussle

Drop squad in effect man, deprogram

We throw his pink wearing ass in the back of the van

And say no more rap apologist, I quit!

Every diamond is a blood diamond, please forgive

And see me redeemed for the deeds I did

For that Def Jam scam pushin poison to kids

Now get fired up

What about these racists that talk that shit

'bout these immigrants, like they claim to it’s legit?

Like they ain’t stole it anyway, murdered and pillaged

Like they justified, cryin 'bout they want to get rid of

It’s the 1−2-3, the 3 to 2−1 (yeah)

This nation was built on the backs of brown

slave trade and the dead red population

Put the yellow man in a camp concentration

Now — I blast on these right wing hoes

Now who’ll be the first exposed?

Hannity with that weak doublespeak his tone

I’ll make his drop out bartenderin ass get thrown

And fuck Mike Savage~!

Radio snake

With that bully bullshit minuteman debate

Pro-life, pro-war, man it’s all pro-hate

Do 'em in for his sins and Katrina disdain

And uhh… motherfuck yo’taxes bitch

While Chevron is stackin chips

While they send another off to die

Send another young body to Iraq with lies

What the fuck you gonna say to me?

I see right through it

Through the smokescreen keepin folks meaner and stupid

Through the fake fear, fake tears, pride and collusion

Ain’t no fakes here, all I see is lies and abuses

P (Dog), still the one you can’t fuck with

Educated then a motherfucker, I see clearly

Can’t be whupped or debated, can’t break my spirit

Never bought off, never go soft, and never fear it

Hear it loud when I say it, that’s the way that it go

Hear it loud, cause I’m killin 'em with words in a row

Bitch it ain’t Paris Hilton, it’s the murderous flow

Only P-Dog spittin is the Paris you know

Now get…

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