Sicilian Spit
11-25-08, 02:40 AM
Re-posted the audio.
http://www.zshare.net/audio/54749810e93748b1/
Hear the instruments, let your spirits get into this
Sentiments didn't hint to this, no one's ever repented this
History never printed this, these sinner tinted this
Spent up their resources in a stint then set up tenements
Never a glint of this hope, invaders choked it out
Smoked 'em out wit potent potions those wit notions spoke about
Broke 'em when they focused in on soakin in what coke about
Removed it from the Indians, moved it to Cindy Lynns
(Pause)
What was the rain forest changed the name to cane forest
Insane hoarders never been away from Spain's borders
Same orders as the Spanish Armada, leave 'em banished wit nada
Or dead, all in red, brains vanished, shot up!
Got up in their daughters, fathers in the slaughterhouses
Gave 'em measles, made mestizos, raped 'em in the squatter houses
Kept a lot of spouses, grandmothers to drug mules
Drug fuels the economy, a cruel autonomy
Natives avoided it, conquistadors exploited it
Anointed it king and then employed 'em to deploy the sh*t
Brown b*tches offer boys coitus to enjoy a hit
Stubborn government never uncovered it or voided it
Commodified it, tried it didn't wanna hide it
Those presidin over sided wit it and abided by it
White folks excited by it, potential profits
Sold in confidential lockets, presidentials in their pockets
Brings us to the present day, the present way
Is a pleasant way for high-ups eatin pheasants but the peasants pay
The peasants pray, but relief is never granted
Chief beliefs were all recanted once the coca leaves were planted
In more than great amounts, latest accounts
Show 'em countin in the mountains, cash in out-of-state accounts
Go on weigh the ounce, put the yayo in a pouch
Have a desperate girl ingest it, that's the modern day investment
Let it pass, got yola out the ass
What was once in Coca Cola now is sold in little bags
We go after the pawns but forget about the king
Keep in mind the God you pray to don't forget about a thing
http://www.zshare.net/audio/54749810e93748b1/
Hear the instruments, let your spirits get into this
Sentiments didn't hint to this, no one's ever repented this
History never printed this, these sinner tinted this
Spent up their resources in a stint then set up tenements
Never a glint of this hope, invaders choked it out
Smoked 'em out wit potent potions those wit notions spoke about
Broke 'em when they focused in on soakin in what coke about
Removed it from the Indians, moved it to Cindy Lynns
(Pause)
What was the rain forest changed the name to cane forest
Insane hoarders never been away from Spain's borders
Same orders as the Spanish Armada, leave 'em banished wit nada
Or dead, all in red, brains vanished, shot up!
Got up in their daughters, fathers in the slaughterhouses
Gave 'em measles, made mestizos, raped 'em in the squatter houses
Kept a lot of spouses, grandmothers to drug mules
Drug fuels the economy, a cruel autonomy
Natives avoided it, conquistadors exploited it
Anointed it king and then employed 'em to deploy the sh*t
Brown b*tches offer boys coitus to enjoy a hit
Stubborn government never uncovered it or voided it
Commodified it, tried it didn't wanna hide it
Those presidin over sided wit it and abided by it
White folks excited by it, potential profits
Sold in confidential lockets, presidentials in their pockets
Brings us to the present day, the present way
Is a pleasant way for high-ups eatin pheasants but the peasants pay
The peasants pray, but relief is never granted
Chief beliefs were all recanted once the coca leaves were planted
In more than great amounts, latest accounts
Show 'em countin in the mountains, cash in out-of-state accounts
Go on weigh the ounce, put the yayo in a pouch
Have a desperate girl ingest it, that's the modern day investment
Let it pass, got yola out the ass
What was once in Coca Cola now is sold in little bags
We go after the pawns but forget about the king
Keep in mind the God you pray to don't forget about a thing