There once was a song called "Arrest the President"
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit
But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list

And the cool kids were all rocking votes
I s___ you not
I was pistol whippin' cops for hip-hop
(Booyea!)

On my soap box, yellin' into megaphones
Killin' hard rocks, using carcasses as stepping stones
Had to promise that I'd stop holdin' my marches
The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches

My pedestal was too tall to climb off
In fact, that's the reason for the high horse (The high horse?_
And from up here, I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest
Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest

All for the sake of military recruitment
It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students
I galloped off whistling "Ohio"
The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention

What would they die for?
What would they die for?
What would they die for?
What would they die for?

Is it the same machine that leaves
The quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs?
Cloggin' up the property that I bought with eyesores?

That clever ad campaign ain't worth (Worth)
The time taken from minimum wage labor (-Bor)
I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks
She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books

Who would she die for?
Who would she die for?
Slow down, Gandhi, you're killin' 'em
Slow down, Gandhi, you're killin' 'em

Now it's whistle blower VS. the pistol holder
Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness
Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,
It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny

The West Memphis 3 lost paradise
It's death penalty VS. suicidal tendencies
All I wanted was a f___ing Pepsi
Institution, makin' you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry

If they could sell sanity in a bottle
They'd be chargin' for compressed air (And marketing healthcare)
They demonize welfare, middle class eliminated
Rich get richer 'til the poor get educated

But some of y'all still haven't grown into your face (What?)
And your face doesn't quite match your head (Why not?)
And I'm waitin' for a brain to fill the dead s___e that's left
You're all, "Give me ethnicity or give me dreads."

Trustafundian rebel wthout a cause for alarm
Cause when push turns to shove you jump into your forefathers arms
He's a banker, you're part of the system
Off go the dreadlocks, in comes the income

The briefcase (the freebase)
The sickness (the symptom)
When the cameras start rollin'
Stay the f___ outta the picture pilgrim

The briefcase (the freebase)
The sickness (the symptoms)
When the cameras start rollin'...
Slow down, Gandhi, you're killin' 'em

Mr. Save the World
Spare us the details
Save the females
From losing interest (What?)

And Miss Save the Universe
You're a damsel in distress (No he didn't)
Tied down to a track
Of isolated incidents

Generalize my disease
I need a taste of what it's like
Living off the fat of kings
I play the scab at your hunger strike

Slow down, Gandhi, you're killin' 'em

One love, one life, one too many victims
Republicrat, Democran, one party system
Media goes in a frenzy, they're stripped of their credentials
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental

Let 'em freestyle
Winner takes all
When the music's dead
I'll have Ted Nugent's head hangin' on my wall

Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours!
With some "friendly fire"
That's a funny term
Like "civil war"

Six in the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids
The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated
New flavored food made of mutated hybrids

Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad
It f___s you up good, but it's not that bad
They hold on to these tales 'til it's the dog that wags
God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag

Now who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?
Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about the global war
But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for

They call the shot
But they're not in the line of fire
I call the cops
But they're breakin' the line of duty

Let's call a stop
To the abuse of authority
The truth keeps callin' me
And I'ma live to tell the story

So look for truth
Quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose
But you don't believe in scissors

You support the troops
By wearin' yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my m_________in'
Brothers and sisters

Cause they don't call the shots
But they're in the line of fire
I'd like to call the cops
But they're breakin' the line of duty

It's time to call a stop
To the abuse of authority
The truth keeps calling me
And I'ma live to tell the story

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