Song | Hitler Day |
Artist | Public Enemy |
Album | Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : D., Walford | |
Ridenhour - walford | |
Intro | |
500 years ago one man claimed | |
To have discovered a new world | |
Five centuries later we the people | |
Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust | |
How can you call a takeover | |
A discovery | |
Mass murderer | |
This side of the planet | |
Most people take it for granted | |
502 and still doin | |
Give a reason i'm hatin | |
October celebratin | |
The dead | |
Of the black the brown and red | |
Sick an tired | |
Of bein sick n tired | |
Dont jump to conclusions | |
Before i clear the confusion | |
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
I'm talkin bout columbus | |
Hit me one | |
I dont hate nobody | |
I hate that day | |
Its as crazy as hitler day | |
Hangin heads and snappin necks | |
Splittin up kin | |
Makin familys wrecked | |
Turned this planet to a sewer | |
Provin to all just a lil grab | |
Will do ya | |
Or do us | |
So my disgust | |
Got credit from the ones that | |
Read it | |
Aint blind to the fact | |
Of a whack headline | |
And if you didn't i pay | |
No mind | |
That's how i feel | |
That's how i feel | |
This iz madd real | |
But these days | |
Is crazy as hitler day | |
I don't hate nobody | |
It's impossible to discover a land | |
When people are already living there | |
Some thanks for the givin | |
When times are hard | |
& some got the nerve to pray to god | |
Aint about turkey | |
& cider that gets me sick | |
It's that take from the indian trick | |
Lookin pretty grim | |
When they takin da pill | |
From the sucker seekin somethin to kill | |
Now he got a day to celebrate | |
Aint that a trip | |
Cause the indians aint got shit | |
May 31st when it comin it hurts | |
Remember the dead and it makes me curse | |
When they dont include 100 million | |
Of us black folks | |
That died in the bottom of boats | |
I can carry on bout the killin till | |
Dusk & dawn | |
And war ain't the reason they gone | |
Fourth of july a fuckin lie | |
When did we ever | |
Get a piece of the pie | |
Gotta whole day comin | |
Without no pay | |
Cause a fuckin job | |
Cant gimme no play | |
Even had enuff i huff & puff | |
At brothers sellin the stuff | |
Takin in washingtons | |
Lincolns | |
Not they birthdays | |
Payback for em makin us slaves |
zuo ci : D., Walford | |
Ridenhour walford | |
Intro | |
500 years ago one man claimed | |
To have discovered a new world | |
Five centuries later we the people | |
Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust | |
How can you call a takeover | |
A discovery | |
Mass murderer | |
This side of the planet | |
Most people take it for granted | |
502 and still doin | |
Give a reason i' m hatin | |
October celebratin | |
The dead | |
Of the black the brown and red | |
Sick an tired | |
Of bein sick n tired | |
Dont jump to conclusions | |
Before i clear the confusion | |
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
I' m talkin bout columbus | |
Hit me one | |
I dont hate nobody | |
I hate that day | |
Its as crazy as hitler day | |
Hangin heads and snappin necks | |
Splittin up kin | |
Makin familys wrecked | |
Turned this planet to a sewer | |
Provin to all just a lil grab | |
Will do ya | |
Or do us | |
So my disgust | |
Got credit from the ones that | |
Read it | |
Aint blind to the fact | |
Of a whack headline | |
And if you didn' t i pay | |
No mind | |
That' s how i feel | |
That' s how i feel | |
This iz madd real | |
But these days | |
Is crazy as hitler day | |
I don' t hate nobody | |
It' s impossible to discover a land | |
When people are already living there | |
Some thanks for the givin | |
When times are hard | |
some got the nerve to pray to god | |
Aint about turkey | |
cider that gets me sick | |
It' s that take from the indian trick | |
Lookin pretty grim | |
When they takin da pill | |
From the sucker seekin somethin to kill | |
Now he got a day to celebrate | |
Aint that a trip | |
Cause the indians aint got shit | |
May 31st when it comin it hurts | |
Remember the dead and it makes me curse | |
When they dont include 100 million | |
Of us black folks | |
That died in the bottom of boats | |
I can carry on bout the killin till | |
Dusk dawn | |
And war ain' t the reason they gone | |
Fourth of july a fuckin lie | |
When did we ever | |
Get a piece of the pie | |
Gotta whole day comin | |
Without no pay | |
Cause a fuckin job | |
Cant gimme no play | |
Even had enuff i huff puff | |
At brothers sellin the stuff | |
Takin in washingtons | |
Lincolns | |
Not they birthdays | |
Payback for em makin us slaves |
zuò cí : D., Walford | |
Ridenhour walford | |
Intro | |
500 years ago one man claimed | |
To have discovered a new world | |
Five centuries later we the people | |
Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust | |
How can you call a takeover | |
A discovery | |
Mass murderer | |
This side of the planet | |
Most people take it for granted | |
502 and still doin | |
Give a reason i' m hatin | |
October celebratin | |
The dead | |
Of the black the brown and red | |
Sick an tired | |
Of bein sick n tired | |
Dont jump to conclusions | |
Before i clear the confusion | |
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
I' m talkin bout columbus | |
Hit me one | |
I dont hate nobody | |
I hate that day | |
Its as crazy as hitler day | |
Hangin heads and snappin necks | |
Splittin up kin | |
Makin familys wrecked | |
Turned this planet to a sewer | |
Provin to all just a lil grab | |
Will do ya | |
Or do us | |
So my disgust | |
Got credit from the ones that | |
Read it | |
Aint blind to the fact | |
Of a whack headline | |
And if you didn' t i pay | |
No mind | |
That' s how i feel | |
That' s how i feel | |
This iz madd real | |
But these days | |
Is crazy as hitler day | |
I don' t hate nobody | |
It' s impossible to discover a land | |
When people are already living there | |
Some thanks for the givin | |
When times are hard | |
some got the nerve to pray to god | |
Aint about turkey | |
cider that gets me sick | |
It' s that take from the indian trick | |
Lookin pretty grim | |
When they takin da pill | |
From the sucker seekin somethin to kill | |
Now he got a day to celebrate | |
Aint that a trip | |
Cause the indians aint got shit | |
May 31st when it comin it hurts | |
Remember the dead and it makes me curse | |
When they dont include 100 million | |
Of us black folks | |
That died in the bottom of boats | |
I can carry on bout the killin till | |
Dusk dawn | |
And war ain' t the reason they gone | |
Fourth of july a fuckin lie | |
When did we ever | |
Get a piece of the pie | |
Gotta whole day comin | |
Without no pay | |
Cause a fuckin job | |
Cant gimme no play | |
Even had enuff i huff puff | |
At brothers sellin the stuff | |
Takin in washingtons | |
Lincolns | |
Not they birthdays | |
Payback for em makin us slaves |