The End Game - Body Count

I was reading the news the other day, they called me a Gangster

I’ve never robbed to starve the entire countries

I’ve never committed genocide, on entire races of people

I’ve never dropped my bombs and killed innocent women and children

Whose the fucking GANGSTER?!!

The End Game motherfucker get your shit tight

Shit right, listen, it’s a mission to keep us in the dark

Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts

Enter the black room, cash rules everything son

Nobody’s your friend, fool, go for your guns

Trust no one, money buys souls and lives

Brothers and wives, alibis, many will die

Fucking with the quick to get you niggaz

Demons from hell!

Their rooms are oval, their plan is global

They make pawns of men, in the name of god they keep us apart

I don’t know about you but I don’t hate as much as they do

I’m just trying to live and shit

Motherfuckers best pray that they don’t blow us all away

WHO?

WHO?

— The power hungry fools on the hill

Before they lose they’ll push the fucking button

Explode the air!

— Winter and black rain, they play The End Game

Motherfuckers take what they can take, motherfucking snakes

They stole this land we live on, and kill to keep

Then they lied in the school books and rocked us to sleep

We’re just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby

Hitman army, Hitman Navy

Moved by the wicked hands of money not love

No one knows the secrets, it’s an evil mix man

Hold your breath pray for death, that’s the only truth left

I ain’t never done shit to your country of fame

Don’t want your oil man, don’t want your land

The people that your beefing with are not my friends

They hate me too, and they want me to hate you

It’s the evilest of mixes keep the people twisted

Power mongers on earth, they trade life for dirt

It ain’t the people of this planet, it’s the kings and their courts

And they do what they gotta do cause murder’s their sport