Hurricane George - Looptroop Rockers, Timbuktu, Chords

As we transmit live here from the White House

At this landmark moment in time

Voters have turned up by the millions to decide who gets, um…

Four more years as the people decide

To let the leader of the free world stay and preside

And the word on the hill is that a safer America

Is created by us invading shakier areas

Now the commander in chief has guaranteed we’ll be prosperous

Business will not yield to the takers of hostages

As we embark on a quest to oppress the poor

The biggest democracy said «yes» to four more

It’s gon' be four more years in the golden era

It’s gon' be no more fears of the global terror

It’s gon' be an eye for an eye til' they’re totally blind

That’s why me and half our nation voted what’s right

'Cause you never know when they step up on your porch

You gotta be prepared, buckled up and ready for war

And on the TV they issued out a warning

So I report all people with foreign origins

I know we’ve seen a lot of bolts of lightning

Striking on the people and it’s oh so frightening

And it looks like the tides are rising

Board the doors, here comes hurricane George

I know we’ve had a lot of cold winds blowing

Poles are melting from the global warming

This forecast is your final warning

Board the doors, here comes hurricane George

Four more years of picturing her step dad on my doorstep

As she took her first step into a world of bomb threats

While I murder monsters we shape and moulding

In the process of pleasing our congress of warmongers

I can’t be upset, I got no beef with poor thieves who do dirt to survive

I guess the police on my streets was on a different vibe

I used to blow trees with shorties, trying to hustle to provide

But now the contract is signed and I’m killing my own kind

It’s just another four more years for me to pour more tears

And watch my people suffer daily for your foreign affairs

I was born in a war torn area, Lord knows where

And my shoulders have bore more terror than all of theirs

It’s sad to see, the person you gave mandate

Greet my folks with a surface-to-air handshake

All because the gipper wants to cash in a check

While Europeans are preoccupied with Bachelorette

I know we’ve seen a lot of bolts of lightning

Striking on the people and it’s oh so frightening

And it looks like the tides are rising

Board the doors, here comes hurricane George

I know we’ve had a lot of cold winds blowing

Poles are melting from the global warming

This forecast is the final warning

Board the doors, here comes hurricane George

I woke up to four more years of state funded terrorism

In the name of Jesus, straight fundamentalism

Message on my t-shirt screaming out my activism but nobody listens

And I feel like I got nothing but an empty page to empty out my rage

And emcee out on stage for an empty MTV raised generation

While three generations of bushes are pushers and pimps

Stifling my petty attempts to make my people think

To make my people think

I know we’ve seen a lot of bolts of lightning

Striking on the people and it’s oh so frightening

And it looks like the tides are rising

Board the doors, here comes hurricane George

I know we’ve had a lot of cold winds blowing

Poles are melting from the global warming

This forecast is the final warning

Board the doors, here comes hurricane George