History Of Violence

Lyrics

Violence is an addiction. Violence won't listen We can wish for peace, but can speak violence into existence. Violence is tradition (God bless America) [Chorus: The Chancellor] See I've been dreaming of angels on the battlefield Seen 'em falling from heaven with intent to kill I'm surrounded like I'm the one that broke the seal This history of violence, this history of violence, yeah Who the fuck gon' save me my brotha Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save me my brotha Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save me my brotha Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save me yahhhh Who the fuck gon' save me! [Verse 1: Dumbfoundead] Resume read like the GOAT (speech) History of violence HOV (speech) Blood on the deed of our home So glad pops ain't show me the ropes (preach) I ain't ever raise my hand to a woman or in class Won't obey no man Prayers been ignored by the prophets So I been at war with the world like John Wick I don't play that gook or that chink shit Got me hot like the hood of my Lincoln I was givin' out the link in my bio When they thought that I was givin' my LinkedIn My culture don't believe in shrinks Like we writing with invisible ink So I been going off with a Viriginia Tech flow I leave this behind as the manifesto Little homie, runnin' up on the bigger homie Little homie, wonder why their parents split up on me Little homie, got history like he roll with Kony Little homie, I'm treatin' POTUS like little homie Paranoia, pushin' him to another level Paranoia, finding peace inside a cigarillo Been killin since puttin' my fillings under pillows Made a demon from a demo [Chorus: The Chancellor] See I've been dreaming of angels on the battlefield Seen 'em falling from heaven with intent to kill I'm surrounded like I'm the one that broke the seal This history of violence, this history of violence, yeah Who the fuck gon' save me my brotha Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save me my brotha Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save me my brotha Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save me yahhhh Who the fuck gon' save me! [Verse 2: Dumbfoundead] The grainy footage, proof inside the pudding America put a foot in that ass to simply put it (Is you looking?) The body cams and the whoopings (is you looking?) The body bags and the crooked While you looking through the bushes, you're like I don't wanna get involved with you That ain't my people, it's wrong, but that's y'all issue I can't rock with you, if you ain't showing solidarity Little homie little homie let me talk to you! (Reporting live) Live from the belly of the beast The tower is available for lease 5-star Napoleon complex White sheets in the Presidential Suite At the front desk, check in your beliefs Now you're one step closer to the dream Every time somebody leave, they leaving a bloody mess But ain't nothin' room service couldn't clean [Chorus: The Chancellor] See I've been dreaming of angels on the battlefield Seen them falling from heaven with intent to kill I'm surrounded like I'm the one that broke the seal This history of violence, this history of violence Who the fuck gon' save me my brotha Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save me my brotha Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save, who the fuck gon' save Who the fuck gon' save me? Who the fuck gon' save me, yahhhh Who the fuck gon' save me! (Can we all get along?)