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Johnathan Richardson
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My name doesn’t matter
Only the pigment under my hat sir
If you brown and educated that
Equates to brain splatter
And exempt are none more than most started with nothing and had 1/2 that stolen
From them
The government is treachery
They got their own civilian infantry
Enforcers but they call em police
I call em the fuzz
Unregulated and killing the minority just because
We live on this land mined by our forefathers but it’s foreign to us
They got a mt with four fathers
But they Illegitimate tho I can’t accept or agree
I need that paternity test result quick where’s Maury
A continent stolen from natives
I was born here and told I was free
That’s just one of many lies in which they implant into minds
That’s what they teach our children
In my mind we need to eradicate that hive mind
Before we all outlined with a chalk line.
Now it’s time to hear the Voice
From the underground
You can feel the sound through the ground as it pounds
We the people are coming down
No fear around
Time to catch these hands or move on down
Power fierce and swift
We about to drown
All this hate and evil
It’s about to go down
How
With
The Noise
How
We bring the Noise
Who got time to be mad at these people
What do I care if they think I’m not equal
I’m taking this fight to they face and I can be lethal
To any threat coming & I kill deceit too
They getting rid of people like they’re mortal cells
Their minds and will fall like coins flowing into wells
I’m about saving minds it’s a new venture
Only play games with Sony do you get the picture
Lines and anecdotes that give birth to smoke
Got pride but can learn then teach you not to choke
I don’t care if you whipin' Honda, Citroen (See tro en) Jaguar or Benz
Listen
To win we gotta learn to fight together again
The feds aim
Is to revoke our rights forever man
The people hired to protect and serve
Just kill and observe
Leave pools of blood in the curb
Unchecked no longer that’s my word
Now it’s time to hear the Voice
From the underground
You can feel the sound through the ground as it pounds
We the people are coming down
No fear around
Time to catch these hands or move on down
Power fierce and swift
We about to drown
All this hate and evil
It’s about to go down
How
With
The Noise
How
We bring the Noise
Written by: Johnathan Richardson
