Vidal (Interlude) - Wiki

Two fingers in the sky to the FBI

Popping out the barbershop til' he fell and died

Few Molotov cocktails, let 'em fly

Fly his flag, he a felon, fine

Having them guns, same level crime

Tortured him but nah, he ain’t tell a dime

Hardened time

Stars and stripes tried to dub his star and stripes

That’s why any hood we in you know that flag gon' fly

That’s half of me, half of my flag know the tapestry brag had to be bad

They called it savagery sad

When they the true savages facts

In the city humidity in the air like there

It don’t compare, get rid of me in the chair where

Electrocute me or shoot me up with some doctor dookie

Depopulate the poppies who be, papa prove me wrong

Fuck USA get parades but ain’t no independence day

God damn stop the movie

Oofie

Hello ladies and gentleman

Oh, look at this flag (Woo) ain’t this beautiful

Oh, look at this

This is a red white and blue Puerto Rican flag

Clap your hands