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Turn This Ship Around

Album cover art for "Turn This Ship Around" by Chill Bump

Chill Bump - Rap

Turn This Ship Around

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October 6, 2017.

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People should be eager to put their forces together, the more x3 The more the better, the better, the better, the better… Let's try unite, intertwine, mingle, mix and Let's try do right. Let's not let their motherfuckin Shit fly tonight. Cause we are one and suffering, brothers It's time to fight, shit, it's time to strike And let them die slow. I can feel your pain Everywhere that I go. They get inside heads and try to Terrorize folk. Let's turn this ship around and take controle (Take controle) Let 'em know! (Let 'em know) Here's where we at now? Democracy's backed down Our leaders just act out, and we play the background We can't make our choices, our voices get muzzled One percent get more yet unemployment's just doubled Boy, we in trouble, joyless and puzzled Bruh, these leeches' speeches are like poison we guzzle Something wild's filled the air We now feel it's down hill from here… They dick us like bitches on all fours, make riches that's offshore Til they eventually kill every priviledge we fought for We're victims, we're all poor, we've been given the hard chores But our vision and hearts pure, shit we living is hardcore Listen: that's why we're willing to start war On corners with «fuck the system» written on cardboard Quick to bombard stores, kick in a cop's jaw Wear a mask against their gas, stick a brick through their car door Dodge shots they fire, set fire to our turf We gone fight 'em to the hearse, til you guys in blue disperse And if the media won't speak of us, I'ma spew a verse Until our message gets across to the entire universe… Uh! Let's try unite, intertwine, mingle, mix and Let's try do right. Let's not let their motherfuckin Shit fly tonight. Cause we are one and suffering, brothers It's time to fight, shit, it's time to strike And let them die slow. I can feel your pain Everywhere that I go. They get inside heads and try to Terrorize folk. Let's turn this ship around and take controle (Take controle) Let 'em know! (Let 'em know) They hate us mingling. What's up with that ? They like shut up, fuck off, get out, tough luck, get packed Pigs snap on young kids, scream hands up, shut your trap You'll get cut up, get clapped, get whacked just cause you're black They like Bang! Young hoodlum, you reap what you sew They like Bang Bang! cause you done reached for your phone They like Bang Bang Bang! three to your dome Squeeze your throat, beat you, smoke you for reasons unknown They thirst for blood, committ so many murders Twenty versus one, sir, now that's a heavy surplus Worthless Officers pretend that men are worth dust But fuck the dumb cause they serve, cause son, they meant to serve us ! The people (News flash) So that's the type of war we in, guys can walk in when I'm performing and try and slaughter my entire audience Storm in a bar, find me ordering wine or pouring gin Fire four in my grin for singing to my accordeon According to them, we're truly a menace Dudes feel offended by our beautiful women wearing cute little dresses They'll shoot you in the head with heavy tools til you perish For cruising in Paris or simply sipping brews on a terrace Is terrorism our fault ? Are we the ones to blame? Cause of the Inequalities of the economic chain? But we are the people, not the cowards beefing, causing pain And we can all agree that power and evil are the same So, bear with me. Let me sing a tune of freedom For YOU, whatever religion you believe in Syrians who are fleeing, civilians whose stinging wounds are bleeding Men, women, children too… Every single human being We feel for you. What happened to our capital was crazy We can now imagine tragedies that happens on the daily Catastrophies are yet to happen under the sun But let's not let some rotten apples watch us suffer for fun My president's a son of a gun, he's both stubborn and dumb But it ain't yours or our fault how our countries are run So please don't judge us by what our government's done Our doors are always open if you need somewhere to run As here's for you, the extremist, you ain't a preacher you're a felon People y'all have deaded will greet you when you reach the walls of heaven Stomp your head in all together, start beating on your ass Virgins will sever your weenie balls and penis off and laugh And that's when you meet God and the curtains fall Because he hates you on a level that's personal He'll send you to hell with nazis, burn you all You cursed to war for the number one scum spot in an eternal brawl

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