V.I.T.A.L Emcee-Put Down That Gun Lyrics

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And all the kids say, the President's got one,

The cops they got one,

My favourite rapper got one,  

You need to put down that gun,

You need to put down that gun,

And all the kids say, the President's got one,

 My teacher's got one,                              

My favourite rap star got one,  

Put down that gun,

 You need to put down that gun,  

Bang, bang, bang, 

Verse 1:
I done seen them preachers in pulpits,

Heard rappers with full clips,  

Who pull quick and teach the kids to believe in this bull-ish,  

The heart of the city beats for these thieves and these culprits,

 While their leaders run around for their facetious indulgements,

 It's a vicious cycle, I just sit through it and observe,

 Like a live Doppler scanning from helicopters,

 I'm hearing mausbergs, 45s, and 22s,

 Ain't got no kind of clue—monkey see, monkey do,

 But monkey what monkey who,

 I heard you're quick to brag on pulling triggers, but who's the one that's been pulling you,

 Young minded so your lack of experience has up tightened, now you run around the streets like you're bulletproof,

But uh-huh that's two shots past your spinal column,  

Now you're dropping, calling on God cuz the sky is falling,  

So ashes to dust, Earth back to the universe comes in thirds,  

And you'll see that Father Time was watching, 

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Verse 2:
And bang, bang is how it goes,

 Some blasts from an assassin creep to crash through your windows,  

And all your boys drop or dash as fast as the wind blows,

 And you're the only cat to see the last of your kinfolk up in thin smoke,

 And you say you're a menace God,  

A heat seeker sweeping streets, bent on some vengeance God,

The kind of cat who'd bring the reaper to a renaissance,

 Until you're caught up feeding that devil exactly what he wants,

 Now, it's like 360 degrees,

 And the future's predetermined by futures previously,

 And you can see this story on any TV at 3,  

Immediately as the media sees it to be,

 In the same old cycle,

 Repetitive psycho shoots his wife, his kids and then himself with a rifle,

 So that's why I'm holding close to mines, cuz when I go,  

It’s gon’ be on both feet, locking this mic like a maestro.

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