Pigeonhed Battleflag (Lo-Fidelity Allstars Remix) lyrics

Your construction, smells of corruption
I manipulate to recreate
This air to ground saga
Gotta launder my karma
Gotta launder my karma

I said, "Hallelujah" to the sixteen loyal fans
You'll get down on your muthafuckin' knees
And it's time for your sickness again

Come on and tell me what you need
Tell me what is making you bleed
We got two more minutes and
We gonna cut to what you need

So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give?

Tell me is it time to get down
On your muthafuckin' knees
Tell me is it time to get down

I'm blown to the maxim, two hemispheres battlin'
I'm blown to the maxim, two hemispheres battlin'
Suckin' up, one last breath, take a drag off of death

Hey Mr. Policeman
Is it time for getting away?
Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road
And running from your ass today?

Now tell me if do you agree
Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed
I got a few more minutes
And I'm gonna cut to what you need


So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give?

Tell me is it time to get down
On your muthafuckin' knees
Tell me is it time to get down

Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize

Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
You want a revolution behind your eyes
We got to get up and organize

A new production of the new breed
Need to stand up, organize
A new production of the new breed
Need to stand up, organize

A new production of the new breed
Need to stand up organize
A new production of the new breed
Need to stand up organize

A new production of the new breed
Need to stand up organize
A new production of the new breed
Need to stand up organize