Buck, Buck, Pass - Paris

I was told, because I didn’t witness the jump off

I was sick even 'fore I got my first cough

I was cold and black and made for killin'

With no conscience or feelings

Just like the million other burners that’s just like me

Assembly line made killers for the murder and bleedin'

Got my first taste loaded when they tried to test me

Exploded on the first one, caught him in his chest

That’s what a gat’s made of

Knowin' I’m the hate that hate made, and regulate anyone

Equalize, neutralize any situation

Any cat runnin' up, any confrontation

I was put into a room with the rest of us

With the rest of us, ready to bust

Many rounds, any town, any city or state

Never rest, any contest, sealin' your fate

No mistake, I only come out when talkin’s done

After squawkin' some, and never run

Never foolin' and ya just might lose, black steel in the hour

Give the power to the average dude shootin'

Clik clak boom, that’s the rule

Clear the room, when I move 'em, cause confusion

Known for retribution, ain’t no mercy, it’s murder

I burn 'em and hurt 'em no further words necessary

We bring the, pain to make ya bend

No thing to, make ya, understand

Just blast it, pass it, on again

Keep it movin' when we

Buck, Buck, Pass

Don’t fight, no, we blow, holes in them

We might go, psycho, soldier then

Just line the, sight up, hold the grip

Keep it shootin' when we

Buck, Buck, Pass

Guess I passed the first test ‘cause they shipped me out

Extra clips and a grip quick to whip me out

Turn nerds and these teenagers into killers

Overseas in Afghanistan, every village

I would go from being cold to warm, to hot quick

If anybody wanted some, it’s on

Once dumped on a whole neighborhood for fun

Even shoot you in your back it I caught your ass runnin'

Little kids and they mamas too

Might pick ya little man off the roof, who’s who

Don’t matter cause they all look the same to me

The blood splatter on the concrete stains and claims the streets

No peace from this piece

I squeeze em and beat 'em, feed 'em slugs when the lugs get dumped

It’s no reasoning, it’s no use pleading, it’s open season

We defeat 'em when this heater get heated I bleed 'em and leave 'em

We bring the, pain to make ya bend

No thing to, make ya, understand

Just blast it, pass it, on again

Keep it movin' when we

Buck, Buck, Pass

Don’t fight, no, we blow, holes in them

We might go, psycho, soldier then

Just line the, sight up, hold the grip

Keep it shootin' when we

Buck, Buck, Pass

Made it back in one piece fasho

But can’t say the same for the homeboy that brought me home

He was off on that PTSD

The PTSD was keepin' him tweakin' and testy

'Fore long for we was hittin' the streets

Bloodshed wasn’t nothin' to me, we street sweepin' with no relief

Full metal jacket as we pump and dump 'em and stack 'em

Let’s get it crackin'

Be the first to burst, now who’s the last to last, I blast them

To ashes, and fill they little caskets fast

That’s what I do, that’s my job, I was made for the beef

Killin' off all these young black men and causing grief

Oakland, Frisco, Detroit, LA, Chicago

That’s where I go

From city to city, backyard to yard, even Newtown Connecticut

But now ya wanna ban my clips, hypocrites

Never gave a damn about a black teen dyin'

Quit lyin'

Take me down to your neighborhood buy back

They so scared, they don’t want to see me try that

But it’s so many more like me

We multiply, never die, we exist to feed

We exist in America from corporate greed

In the midst of the fake fear, lyin' and evil

Even got the police turnin' on each other

Blap a pig with that «get back,» run for cover

Now it’s all bad, funny how it’s all bad

When the tables turn, got 'em shakin' till they fall back

And ya better hope that we don’t come for ya

NRA, LaPierre, get 'em done for ya

Never thought we would come back and gun for ya

Pull the hammer smooth back and then dump for ya

«Most of the shootings took place in poor neighborhoods, far from downtown and

tourist attractions;

One reason much of the city seems to be shrugging its

shoulders.»

We bring the, pain to make ya bend

No thing to, make ya, understand

Just blast it, pass it, on again

Keep it movin' when we

Buck, Buck, Pass

Don’t fight, no, we blow, holes in them

We might go, psycho, soldier then

Just line the, sight up, hold the grip

Keep it shootin' when we

Buck, Buck, Pass

We bring the, pain to make ya bend

No thing to, make ya, understand

Just blast it, pass it, on again

Keep it movin' when we

Buck, Buck, Pass

Don’t fight, no, we blow, holes in them

We might go, psycho, soldier then

Just line the, sight up, hold the grip

Keep it shootin' when we

Buck, Buck, Pass