The MAGA Continues

Lyrics

[Intro: Narrator & Donald Trump] His name: "Red Hood" His movement: "The Red Empire" In the good ol' days this doesn't happen Because they used to treat them very, very rough I'd like to punch him in the face, I tell ya The MAGA continues [Verse] Word on the street is the Puppet Master got killed I ain't hear shit, I don't know shit, I ain't see shit Word on the street niggas snitched when they got real That's some weird shit, that's some ho shit, that ain't G shit The block's hot again, got the RoboCops on our ass What else they gonna do to us? Already come into the community killin' anybody who lower class They ain't nothin' new to us If ya thought Eric Garner was the first then you don't know the half The bullets just shoot through us See they catch us on the Ave. for your phone take a photograph They gon' go (doot doot) to us Cop end a nigga life go home and have dinner with his wife I wonder how a monster like that can look his kids in the eyes Catch him slippin' we gon' hit him with the pipe Pistol kissin' him goodnight (Mwah!) Used to kill us in the dark, now they just kill us in the light Guess they figured if they pull the trigger on niggas that Martin Luther King fought for, what's a civil right? (Right, right, right, right, right) Then they wanna know why we act ill with the black steel Get ya cap peeled, get ya hat filled with the lead to the head like a advil, how does that feel? Killin' at will like the Hatfields and McCoys with the toys Shootin' like I'm Grant Hill I'm accused of givin' ya fake news but Tamira Rice and Philando Castille, that's real So I'm steppin' on your ant hill 'til the shit is at a standstill Right after my toast I hit ya, I'ma post a picture That's how I hit the net with your flicks and chill (Nah chill Crook) Sucka don't like what I said, off with his head Watch how the population of real niggas decrease when I'm dead I can't talk about unity I can't talk about unity I can only talk about where I'm from, niggas point a hundred guns at you and me Higher ups want me to be the ghetto's eulogy, musically, truthfully I can get a million dollar market and budget if I say "fuck it" and poison the community But I rather drop that real But I rather drop that real Built in federal crime bill Got us in an incredible bind still, my OG's locked up still Pop that pill, rather pop that steel 'Cause he been in there for years got eight more of those Triple OG, got great cornrows How long you been a ward of the state? Lord knows Been boxed up since the 90s, get out Welcome to the future, they still wanna shoot ya They still execute ya, they still wanna noose ya They still want abuse ya with no retribution They talk of inclusion, it's all an illusion The baller confusion, the news they be using the propaganda views to install in the youth, then they alter the truth so they fall in the movement I fall in the booth and drop an exclusive All my interviews, they be calling my music a problem I use it to solvin' but you get Brought up in a mood and proper attitude to miss all of the evolution But what is hip-hop turnin' in to? How to see confederate flags all in the venue? The saga continues, the MAGA continues