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Lyrify.me

Free Information Childish Gambino Remix by The Thought Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Intro}
Yo
BLAQKNOIZ

[Hook:]
Fuck your policies, net neutral
Inequality killed the town
No apologies from the DOW
Those monopolies don't know how!
Over-lobbying, cash that cow
Voters wobbling, max that crowd
Colder qualities, clash that sound
And there ain’t no trickle-down
Fuck your policies, net neutral
Inequality killed the town
No apologies from the DOW
Those monopolies don't know how!
Over-lobbying, cash that cow
Voters wobbling, max that crowd
Colder qualities, clash that sound
And the rest came crashing down!
We need free information
[Verse]
The only way we better than China
You ain't losing credit if you Google "Vagina"
Tweet Winnie the Pooh with no fear that you’ll die
Arrive safely at home from that trip to Dubai
We don't value gold, we got papers to trail
It don't matter what sold, 'cause we too big to fail
We got all of the codes, so it's y'all gotta bail
Dense-ass crackers going stale (HA HA HA)
Meant that laughter, wish you pain
Hang that thought up in your brain
See you gearing to go, better stay in your lane
Hell, see Manning, 'cause we'll do you the same, ah!

[Bridge]
We gon’ fuck up your whole goddamn life
If you ever try to tell the truth
About what we doing to you
Bitch!

[Verse]
We should throw Ajit Pai on the guillotine
Break that mug over his head and give him third-degrees
Taxidermy so my room has got a centerpiece
He stays licking boots like his fetish is a centipede
All I really said is you can’t take my internet
Get that out your head, before your head is coming off instead
We don't wanna settle, but there’s levels to your treads
Close to death for so damn long we'll kill you for the bread!
What do we want? Free information!
When do we want it? Now, or we'll take it!
Come for the Dons, giving a facelift
Burning a Vons, crashing a spaceship
Don't wanna lose, access to info
Nothing to lose if facts can get Windowed
Fascists in blue, distract from the kinfolk
Clapped by the crew, died for the skin tone
We lacking the truth so we killing the filter
Death coming for you if you known to pilfer
Fat-stacking cash while you act like a builder
Then gasp at the crash like you fucking bewildered?
You sound so familiar, you fat little Hitler
A matter of months, ’fore you hit with the BLAH BLAH BLAH
Need information but not through your twister
As a matter of fact, I'll get NORD for the STOP!