Get Fired Up - Paris: गीत के बोल, संगीत वीडियो और संगीत कार्यक्रम

Get Fired Up

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Get Fired Up 28 अक्टूबर 2008 को Guerrilla Funk Recordings द्वारा एल्बम Acid Reflex के एक भाग के रूप में रिलीज़ किया गया था

गीत का विवरण

एल्बमAcid Reflex

रिलीज़ की तारीख28 अक्टूबर 2008

लेबलGuerrilla Funk Recordings

भाषाएंEnglish

मधुरता

ध्वनिकता

वेलेंस

डांस करने की क्षमता

ऊर्जा

BPM102

ओवरव्यू

गाने

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Paris

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Oscar Jackson

Songwriter

गाने

What you know about that hip-hop that's corporatized?

What you know about them porch monkey raps and lies?

What you know about the image black men as pimps?

And Slavor Slav-ass country coon **** with limp?

What you know about a mack MC with skills

Who could spit and kick real shit people could feel?

What you know about the radio and fake-ass clowns

With the same ten songs, every city and town?

What you know about that Hollywood culture fetish

And who fuckin' who and what bitches is wearin'?

And who gettin' fat and who adoptin' who

And what **** got arrested now actin' a fool?

What you know about these rappers on Cribs at night?

Shootin' pool with no motherfuckin' books in sight

Grinnin' grills when they showin' off they rims and ice

With that (Ha!), wish them dumb motherfuckers be quiet

See, I'm fresh outta favors, so excuse my tone

This bullshit been goin' on way too long

Who decide what you listen to and what gets shown?

Who decides what message get inside your home?

I'm knowin' all about devil-ass Jimmy Iovine

And all of the rest of the killin' machine

Debra Lee and the BET hoes and demons

Dealin' dope through the radio and video screens

I'm sayin', what if we demand a change?

And blow heads off 'stead of complainin'

I'll bet then you listen what folks sayin'

When we say we had enough, knowin' we ain't playin'

Now get fired up

(Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up (Louder!) (Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up, (Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up (Oh-wa-oh)

Look at what they doin' to me

(Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up (Louder!) (Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up, (Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up (Oh-wa-oh)

Look at what they doin' to me

Oh yeah, and fuck these political hacks

Wanna act like they the mouthpiece for Blacks

Jesse Lee and Ward Connerly and Keyes, attack

Anything Black when white folks writing the checks

And in fact, I could see hella **** is blind

Like Armstrong leavin' every child behind

And McWhorter's a whore too, shit is a crime

Clarence Thomas couldn't ever be a brother of mine

I shine light on that bullshit, it's all self hate (Yeah)

Who the next face to betray the race?

I place bets that the real people sure to relate

When I blast on that bootlickin' masquerade, and say

"Hold up, wait a minute, **** stop please

Me don't suffer from victim mentality

All we ever did was try to get a piece

Of the pie that supposedly for everybody"

Real talk, somebody best tell Russell

Fo' street **** catch his ass up in a tussle

Drop squad in effect man, de-program

We throw his pink wearing ass in the back of the van

And say no more rap apologist, I quit

Every diamond is a blood diamond, please forgive

And see me redeemed for the deeds I did

For that Def Jam scam pushin' poison to kids

Now get fired up

(Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up (Louder!) (Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up, (Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up (Oh-wa-oh)

Look at what they doin' to me

(Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up (Louder!) (Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up, (Oh-wa-oh)

I get fired up (Oh-wa-oh)

Look at what they doin' to me

What about these racists that talk that shit

'Bout these immigrants, like they claim to it's legit?

Like they ain't stole it anyway, murdered and pillaged

Like they justified, cryin' 'bout they want to get rid of

It's the one-two-three, the three to two-one (Yeah)

This nation was built on the backs of brown

Slave trade and the dead red population

Put the yellow man in a camp concentration

Now, I blast on these right wing hoes

Now, who'll be the first exposed?

Hannity with that weak doublespeak his tone

I'll make his drop out bartenderin' ass get thrown

And fuck Mike Savage, radio snake

With that bully bullshit minuteman debate

Pro-life, pro-war, man, it's all pro-hate

Do him in for his sins and Katrina disdain

And uh, motherfuck yo' taxes bitch

While Chevron is stackin' chips

While they send another off to die

Send another young body to Iraq with lies

What the fuck you gonna say to me? I see right through it

Through the smokescreen, keepin' folks meaner and stupid

Through the fake fear, fake tears, pride and collusion

Ain't no fakes here, all I see is lies and abuses

P (Dog), still the one you can't fuck with

Educated than a motherfucker, I see clearly

Can't be whupped or debated, can't break my spirit

Never bought off, never go soft, and never fear it

Hear it loud when I say it, that's the way that it go

Hear it loud, cause I'm killin' 'em with words in a row

Bitch, it ain't Paris Hilton, it's the murderous flow

Only P-Dog spittin' is the Paris you know

Now get

Written by: Oscar Jackson

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