Ghais Guevara
Don’t Give the Proletariat Pitchforks
{Verse 1: noahillest]
Misfits, the collective
Illest was the duo I told you that I'm the Reverend
Republican, blindfolded one-eyed perception
Take his flag and burn it addition to my collection

Ash inhale for the inflection
F your propaganda we killin' em with no questions asked
"Like why I gotta wear a mask?"
Cuz your face is ratchet and you sheep'n smellin' like some ass

Haha, Nah
Nah for real tho
Me and Z pullin' up with heat like we Tyler Herro
Taxi driving 9-5 robbin just to gеt dinero's
Pirating my sounds like Johnny, I ain't heard thе fucking sparrow

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[Verse 2: noahillest]
Revolution, fuck a college and an institution
Execution, kill a fed and call it retribution

Arm all my soldier's with hammers and sticks
Below the head is the last place we miss
I promise you talking that shit and i pull up with hammers and sickles you know I won't miss
Yeah, that's okay though
All about cheese, all about bread, all about pesos
Like where is my label, like where is my labour, like where are the fruits, where is the table?
Like I can not eat, I can not sleep, I can not drink wthout killing my neighbor

[Verse 3: Ghais Guevara]
At Obama's inauguration shouting “this the Black man’s year”
He pulled me to the side and told me “we don't do that here”
Chalk the drive-bys, it’s too many kids that’s near
Evil eye the target as I stare thru the rear

Replay the opportunity in my sleep, I’m having nightmares
Burned by the light of my God’s stares, and I fear
Drenched in perspiration, I recognize that it’s not pain
Chosen by the people to, bring forth the rain

Im a, soul takin, black Jason
Pack makin, cash chasin
Heard they want me in them cells cause my last playlist
I be the loosey that ya homie keep tryna light while yall at the gas station

Torches and pitchforks, made a hunnid off newports
Backshots in the backseat of new Porsche
And I shot back from the same back seat
That’s the blood and the sweat I gave back to the game
JIT