Album Cover BIG WAR

BIG WAR

Lil Darkie

11

Wendigo, have you seen my fucking lighter?

Awr, where′s my fucking light-

Oop - found itFlick

Lalalalalala

Yuh, blow up

I did it, I could do it again, my friend

I run up then I detonate, bring your end

Send shots at your temple that you defend

Send planes if you fucking with Allah's men

Made by the USA, bitch

The head of your country is a bumbling racist

A drone took my family and he still won′t say shit

Behead 'em on camera to display they faces

Allahu Akbar

All you are not hard

Blow up a cop car

Jetting through the desert

You be slowing on the Wockhardt

You can not be hard

Causing a jihad

All of my brothers in a suicidal pea-pod

Grip on an AK

Hear him say "Mayday"

72 virgins, talking my pay-day

It is my time now, ready to die loud

Lelelelelelele

Yuh, blow up

I did it, I could do it again, my friend

I run up then I detonate, bring your end

Send shots at your temple that you defend

Send planes if you fucking with Allah's men

Sharia, shawdy act so naughty (Nah)

Cover her from head to toe

So I can′t get my body hard

RPG, are we free?

No we′re not, they're arming me

Come and see how it be inside of the Middle East

Or at least follow us on Twitter, keep up with recruitments

Who we looting?

We get our boots and guns we use for shooting all the Jews and who we choosing to show up on our YouTube and pull in views

When we slit his throat and leave his body oozing

Fuck a infidel, throw his body in a well

Free my brothers Ali and Muhammad from that island cell

This be that ISIS type beat (UH)

Killer type beat (UH)

Pull up on the goat and I might fill ya type beat

Ha, wait, what he do, what he, ha yea-a-ah

Yea-a-ah, huh, huh, really, huh, really, huh yeah

Oh, oh, yeah-yeah, oh swipe my, uh

Ta na-na-na-na-naaaaa-naaaaa-na

Where′s my fucking lighter?

Ma-na-na-na-na-na-naww

One, two

One, two, three, four

This that ISIS type beat (Uh)

Killer type beat (Uh)

Pull up on the goat and I might fill ya type beat (Yeah)

This that ISIS type beat (Uh)

Terror type beat (Uh)

Pull up on him, hit him, cause an error type beat

Yuh, blow up

I did it, I could do it again, my friend

I run up then I detonate, bring your end

Send shots at your temple that you defend

Send planes if you fucking with Allah's men

Blow up, blow up

I′m about to blow up

Filled up with emotion and some potion had to pour up

No cup, grow up

Bitch, you better grow up

Slow up

If you talking shit, you better throw up, throw up

Come on boys, we're going to kill some Arabs

Oorah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Boys, we′re on our way down

AR, let it spray now

Kicking in your front door

Everybody lay down!

Tangos, inbound

Run up on em

Lord, forgive me of my sins now

Shitting on 'em

Filling 'em with bullets that we bring down

Hit ′em with a bigger stick

Making my ear ring now

Where′d they come from

The cotton eyed hoes

Them ISIS folk getting shot in they homes

The nicest folk could

Put a hole in yo dome

I ride the dragon with a

Pole, pole, pole

Bag and tag em, we

Cold, cold, cold

Rock and roll we

Don't fold, fold, no

See the eagle fly, hear the people die

See the eagle fly, hear the people die

Left, right

Left, right

Left, right (Aye, get in line)

Left, right

Left, right

Everywhere we step, fight

Right, left

Right, left

Hit him with that pipe breath

Good, now drop and give me 20, soldier

Yes Sir!

Na na na na na na na na na na

That′s right now give me another one

You halfway maggot right now

This land was your land, but now it's my land

I′m very happy that you're in pain

This land was your land, but now it′s my land

I'm very happy that you're in pain

We want your oil

Under the white sand, we′re sending men to put some bullets in your brains

Bitch nigga wanna come my way

Wanna pull up in the Hummer

The drummer, he might play

I run up on ya bunker

I′m thumpin' ya night day

I′m dumping on there niggas

They can't even sight me

I′m special operations

We a special population

See us taking over areas and setting up a station where we basing our location information on the nation in relation to you niggas

We the hostile occupation

Bad reputation

Discrimination causing hella separation

Transportation prohibiting

No migration 'cause a piece of legislation

Won′t get to your destination

You under investigation

Boys, we're on our way down

Boys, we're on our way down

Boys, we′re on our way down

Boys, we′re on our way down

Boys, we're on our way down

AR, let it spray now

Kicking in your front door

Everybody lay down!

Tangos, inbound

Run up on em

Lord, forgive me of my sins now

Shitting on ′em

Filling 'em with bullets that we bring down

Hit ′em with a bigger stick

Making my ear ring now

Oh-oh-ahahahahahh-yeah

Huh

Right, left, right, left

Huh

Oh no not again

Makes you really wanna know what the-

Fuck is really going on in this place...

Alalalalalala, I'm crazy

Somebody listen to me

We′re tired, we're tired of fighting your battles

Not cattle the stick and it rattle

Don't tread on me tread on me

The true american

Hyper aware I am

I won′t go there again

I won′t go back...

Fuck your wars for money, for economy

Autonomy is dying, and a lot of me believes it

Leave it in the past

Keep buying more gas, keep starting your wars

Keep sending more tours to Afghanistan and Taliban hand to hand to fight em now I understand?

And we increasing demand for all those manufacturers to capture us

Reactors in the east

Our nation sending shit to rapture em

Tractor by the farms the old pasture

Feeling fractured from the folks that live as actors in LA, and that's a factor

How the crackers and the blackers and the darkies in between ain′t gonna do shit if we hang everyone

Who got a different stature?

What you mean? what you mean? what you mean?

What you mean? what you mean?

What you mean, bitch?

Pointing our beams and creating teams

And paying our taxes to generate means of harm

Extremely alarmed, they got us on Fox

Let's sell some more arms, let′s make some more weapons

Keep stepping in places you do not belong

Keep singing our songs, go write others' wrongs

Don′t buy Chinese products 'cause you're supposed to love us

There′s nothing above us but stars in the sky

Then get addicted to bars and get high

A big pharma supply make our will to live die...

I prayed to join the military 17 years young

I know 21-year-olds who bitch and let their tears run

I know grown niggas that ain′t never been near guns

You fuck around and die then I'm deciding when we′re done

Eagle Scout, (yeah)

Deagle shout (chch pow)

Don't tread on me, I′m an Eagle Scout

Keep lead on me, let the Deagle shout

My dead homies told me weed 'em out

Post up lowkey like a sauerkraut

Big war, big war, big war, big war, big war, big war, big war, big war

Attention! I′d like to have a moment of silence for all of the niggas that perished last year in the fucking game. All the niggas that gave the fuck up, all the niggas that wasn't good enough, all the niggas who died in battle, I salute you now!

Ten-hut!

Hoo-rah!

Hoo-rah!

Nah, nah, nah

Nah, nah, nah

God bless the USA

God bless the USA

God bless the USA