Testo Machine gun Dmc

Machine gun

Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?[x4]

They’re all gonna get it in the end[x4]

Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?

The rhymes that I rock
I gotta rap for Iraq
Taking up the slack
till the troops come back
Inside Iraq with a helmet for a hat
Machine Guns gunning
Regime starts running
It seems I’m done and
Seems so stunning
See a man shooting at me
He a man just like me
With a fam just like me
Don’t understand why he dislike me?
Then again, he could be my friend
And deep in the kin with the same color skin
It doesn’t matter whose side you choose
Cause in the end we’re all gonna lose
Oh well, WAR is hell

Just another CRAZY war story to tell, yell

[Chorus]

Bullets flying
(Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)
People dying
(Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)
Bombs keep dropping
(Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)
On our children
(Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)
Bullets flying
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
People dying
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
Bombs keep dropping
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
On our children
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)

Mama, Mama, they’re taking me away
They ain’t trying to hear what Jimmy gotta say
Papa, Papa, I’m trying to be a man
In a foreign land with a machine gun in my hand
Politics and this is what I get
Presidents and this is what I get
Delegates and this is what I get
I wanna represent, but it is making me sick
They say that they feel for me
But their reality, isn’t real for me
For democracy, they say steal for me
Give me a gun and say kill for me
I’m insane you insane who sane who sane we’re insane
Oh, well, war, is hell
Just another crazy war story to tell, yell

[Chorus]

Bullets flying
(Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)
People dying
(Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)
Bombs keep dropping
(Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)
On our children
(Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)
Bullets flying
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
People dying
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
Bombs keep dropping
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
On our children
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)

(MONOLOGUE)

I was the third desk over on the thirteenth floor,
When blood and fuel leveled down my door.
You could have watched me freefall and screamed and burned
But you watched and learned
I was on the thirteenth row, of flight 13,
Sitting, sweating, waiting to be slammed
Unmercifully into the side of my destiny
I am the 13th brick on the pyramid on the dollar bill
I am the 3rd story from the sun
The 3rd bullet shot from my gun, from the 13th regiment, in the 3rd platoon
But now I come back with 3 fingers,
But I really only need one to tell you how I feel

Bullets flying
People dying
Bombs keep dropping
On our children
Bullets flying
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
People dying
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
Bombs keep dropping
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)
On our children
(They’re all gonna get it in the end)

They’re all gonna get it in the end...