The Maga Continues Lyrics - Kxng Crooked

His name Red Hood 

His movement The Red Empire 

("In the good ol' days this doesn't happen 

Because they used to treat them very very rough 

I'd like to punch him in the face I tell ya") 

The MAGA continues 

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Word on the street is the Puppet Master got killed 

I ain't hear shit I don't know shit I ain't seen shit 

Word on the street niggas snitched when they got real 

That's some weird shit that's some hoe shit that ain't g shit 

The block's hot again got the robocops on our ass 

What else they gonna do to us already come 

into the community killin anybody who lower class 

That ain't nothin' new to us if ya thought Eric 

Garner was the first then you don't know the half 

The bullets just shoot through us 

See they catch us on the Ave for your phone take a photograph 

They gon' go (doot doot) to us 

Cop end a nigga life go home and have dinner with his wife 

I wonder how a monster like that can look his kids in the eyes 

Catch him slippin' we gon hit him with 

the pipe pistol kissin' him goodnight (mwah) 

Used to kill us in the dark now they just kill us in the light 

Guess they figure if the pull the trigger on niggas 

that Martin Luther King fought for what's a civil right 

(right, right, right) 

Then they wanna know why we act ill with the black steel 

Get ya cap peeled get ya hat filled with the 

lead to the head like an Advil how does that feel 

Killin' at will like the half fill with the poise with the toys 

Shoot like a rat hair 

I'm accused of givin' ya fake news but 

Tamira Rice and Philando Castille that's real 

So I'm steppin' on your ant hill till the shit is at a standstill 

Right I'll tell my ghost to hit ya I'm a post a picture 

That's how I hit the net with your flicks and chill 

(nah chill Crook) 

Sucka don't like what I said off with his head 

Watch out our population of real niggas decrease when I'm dead 

I can't talk about unity 

I can't talk about unity 

I can only talk about where I'm from 

niggas point a hundred guns at you and me 

Higher ups want me to be the ghetto's eulogy musically truthfully 

I can get a million dollar marketing budget 

if I said fuck it and poisoned the community 

But I'd rather drop that real 

But I'd rather drop that real 

Built in Federal crime bill 

Got us in an incredible bind still my OG's locked up still 

Pop that pill rather pop that steel 

Cause he been in there for years got eight more of those 

Purple OG got great cornrows 

How long he been a ward of the state Lord knows 

Been boxed up since the 90s get out 

Welcome to the future they still wanna shoot ya 

They still execute ya they still wanna noose ya 

They still wanna abuse ya with no retribution 

They talk of inclusion it's all an illusion 

The baller confusion the news they be using the propeganda views to 

install in the youth they alter 

the truth so they fall in the movement 

I fall in the booth and drop an exclusive 

All my interviews they be calling my music a problem i use it 

To solve and bet you kid Caught up in a moo din 

Cop a attitude and miss all of the evolution 

But what is hip hop turning into 

How do secret federal flags all in the venue 

The saga continue the MAGA continues 

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