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  1. Roach Attaak
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Written, Arranged, Produced and Performed by Raidge for Raidgeworks Productions Copyright 2020
Recorded by Sammy D'Ambruoso at Studio Blue 111 Summer Street, Providence, RI 02903

Lyrics

Roaches ain’t goin nowhere.
Roaches ain’t goin nowhere.
But the bees and trees
Won’t feed that’s despair.
Now it’s really hard to breathe
That’s the air.
Mars ain’t the move for you bro.
You are NOT a part of the plan
When they go.
By the way
You don’t really know
Where they’re going.
You might wanna
See the direction
The water’s flowing.
It’s a danger to travel
Somewhere
Without knowing
The population of
The destination but
They’re showing you a
Pretty scenario
Surround sound stereo
4K graphic design
And you like
Here we go!
I chuckled
But this shit is fucked up!
Buckshot said duck!
You ran into an uppercut!
Now they want it paperless.
I told you bout
The caper, Miss, but
You said I’m a theorist.
Conspiracy is not a
Fake activity.
But now I see
That you gon wait until
We in captivity.
Movie after movie
You applaud..
Teaching you
How to obey and pray
To their lord!
Raw! Uncut!
The filter’s getting thinner.
Maybe, now, well see them
Have an infant for dinner.
What’s it gonna take
To get a rise from you?
What’s it gonna take
To get a rise from you!
If they thought they could
They’d take your
3rd eye from you
Saying it can
Help you see clearer
Now, I think you would.
That nigga you shootin?
Coming for him too.
Now it’s just you
Bussin back.
Could’ve been
Both of you!
Times two. Times two!
You do that math.
Say it again?
How many bodies you got?
Cause you bad..
Killer for a filler
To the tale of
Barney Miller
Cemetery filled with
Your brothers
Now what’s realer?
Niggas In the hood or
A racist with a hoodie?
Tell the truth!
Right now nigga!
What’s goodie??
You standing with a sign
On the lawn of
An empty house!
Back of the sign
Right Price? You can
Rent me out!
Man, you should’ve known
When you called and
They sent me out,
It was just a matter of time
The truth is
Venting out!
Devils run the White House
And everything
Connected to it.
A staged wipeout!
Ouch!
Thin skin!
Like you’re made of tin.
Eulogy filled with tales
Of what you may have been.
Even now your thinking
Is it Ok with him?
Call yourself GOD
But you pray
Say AMEN!
When you muhfuckas
Gon realize?
When you muhfuckas
Gon realize?!?
Eyes on the prize
But you can’t see
The road you on
Mow the lawn
Fertilize. Rise
With the word you born
Nothing wrong with
Observing the demon
But you heard his song
Burn the bong
Sound the alarm
I studied Tommy Chong
Gong Show!
One Blow!
House gone.
What you don’t know,
That was the plan
All along.
Warfare Porno.
Gunshots galore.
On every show
Tune in tonight
On TiVo!
Don’t miss it!
So fucking
Unrealistic!
But you get a fix,
“And it’s over, Miss!”
But
Roaches ain’t goin nowhere.
Roaches ain’t goin nowhere.
What’s it gonna take
To get a rise from you?
What’s it gonna take
To get a rise from you?
Roaches ain’t goin nowhere.
Roaches ain’t goin nowhere.
What’s it gonna take
To get a rise from you?
What’s it gonna take
To get a rise from you?