Sabbataist Zionist Wahhabi Freemason Terrorists

作曲：SONER ADANIR

作词：SONER ADANIR

I don't get me wrong cause I know it's on

I don't even mind if you all singing along

Bad tension politics

The remix is gone

All around the world and not the same old song

Last tina poor whites and bloods dropping facts

Us act like we back ethic bomb for osama

Answer dime made for you and I

We don't get it on

See some time set off this p revolution of the mind

Come on come on

Power to the people put your hands in the air

Come on

Come on get it

Crip

Come on

Power to the people put your hands in the air

Shot me come on that's a grip

Huh yeah

Who stole a soul

Alone with the loot

Head check cliffs fist as gold woo salute

Matters we take it to our own hands

Politics we want our own land

Who's to blame when the government lies

Lies belief in the conspiracy

Lies lose the truth

Of the proof of the shook of the crews

Introduce stays political crews

Nonsense and noise with political boys

Grapes lots of cops

Yo you know the choice

Rebels and rappers at the end of the day

Cut the rhymes of resistance

The phentatory pay

Government vandals

Hypocrites and hulas

Throw up your fist as we continue to scooter

Hook shoes and news

Government too

Who knew they knew as they could take us through

Power to the people put your hands in the air

Come on

Satanista sector lake and they're still the valer

They can't ask politic kobatilias

They're scored in novella of amonjal

The engines trumius trudis matta nashonal

Least by the central bassada the sabata easter

Muslim model of the answer of their destroy easter

I dear ego de cavalis

The sutan will have it the devil inside of the riversan

Liberana uma then I force to the zafosa

The threat of swati zangulana dessa

Sumi alandi and felt thread

Departed democrat it is your nest invocate

Who they know of myself genocy there shall I told

I fussed out bet they got down for stares

My music quality z and I spend a reality

Sweet brother or shush

I found the captain a l d

Day they my skin let go of dirt and I mashed it up

Let them lean on hell no as fair as well

To the museum on the road on yesterdays

I found your a bond on the piaco master

Legends lisa

Come on

All to the people put your hands in the air