Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EL-P
EL-P
Vocals
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
'Lil Zoby Poundstone Schwartz
'Lil Zoby Poundstone Schwartz
Programming
Trackstar The DJ
Trackstar The DJ
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Co-Producer
Wilder Zoby
Wilder Zoby
Co-Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Joey Raia
Joey Raia
Mixing Engineer
Young Leon
Young Leon
Engineer

Letra

Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera Go cold like the land of Chicago Child soldiers sprayin' the chopper But you don't give a fuck, that's them though 'Til a peasant put a pistol in your window You ain't really need that chain You ain't really need that ring You ain't really need them thangs Snow in the buff showed up With the slums in the city blown up Now the white folks showed up Everything bought sold up Niggas assed out, niggas po'd up Politicians so corrupt, sold our black ass out Really ain't color, my brother Here in cabbage town they put they white-ass out Truth been told, I'm out He in here, me in here, we in here Don't get captured No cryin' here, just do your dirt and disappear Don't get captured Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear Don't get captured Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush Don't get captured Good day from the house of the haunted Get a job, get a house, get a coffin Don't stray from the path, remain where you at That maximizes our profit Is that blunt? Oh well, hell, so's this boot We live to hear you say "please don't shoot" A pure delight, c'mon, make my night When I file reports what's right's what I write Snuff films air all night 'till your last sane thought take flight What a great sight, what a job, what a good life The more we act wrong the more we are right And who exactly gon' stop what we got? We don't argue, we are not calm and impartial Some call it work, but it's more like an art We just paint the walls with your heart And we better not catch you He in here, me in here, we in here Don't get captured No cryin' here, just do your dirt and disappear Don't get captured Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear Don't get captured Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush Don't get captured Don't get captured Don't get captured Don't get captured Don't get captured Don't get captured Don't get captured
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, Wilder Zoby Schwartz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out