Black Suits

Verse:
I see the Goodfellas as they're coming to kill us
The drug dealers led by US military guerrillas
The favela militia´s coming to get us again
Only this time in bed with an American lieutenant
Dead presidents haunt men out to get ‘em
The Armageddon is approaching with the nuclear weapon
But I've chosen my profession and I've sworn to protect
The ideology of sharing, showing only respect
Not knowing to neglect any human alive
Living by Siddhartha Gautama and Haile Selassie
Trying to enlighten you and open your eyes
I´m trying to help you see what’s going on outside
Believe me there’s a truth behind every lie
All you gotta do is find right plausible side
To listen to every time the government commits crime
I’m a spy spokesman behind enemy lines
I’m the plausible guy to come to, to find truth
Not a dick in a suit just in it for the loot
I’m here to help you, here to be helpful
Strange fruit on a tree makes me immediately vengeful
That’s why I seek to my temple
Confidential free making me believe its simple
The strategy of anarchy while feeling sentimental
Makes me want to speak belief on any instrumental

Chorus:
They're in control of the whole population
Men in black suits overrule
Because it’s easier to fool the nation
Than to convince people that they've been fooled

Verse:
I’m the Edward Snowden of microphone-controlling ´cause
Whistle blowing gives rush, they’re fucking spilling blood
Killing thugs for supplying nothing but their own drugs
Hold grudge in the imperialistic gold rush
Soul bust, no moral dignity and no trust
In state of state crime state of mind doesn't grow much
Smoke dutch to provoke us to think of:
“Another one bites the dust”
It ain’t good man American man demands land
Scam you to think it's true we´re there to fight the Taliban
In reality we’re there to steal the oil from the land
Metaphorically speaking turning the soil into sand
Vietnam, Cambodia, Afghanistan;
To me they all seem to be part of one plan
One plan to enhance an economical stance
Understand this clan leave the weak with no chance
But to dance with the devil, brainwashed rebel
Concrete jungle all alone in the ghetto
Longing for the meadow long gone under sea level
Following the shadow of yourself, trying to settle
Gangsta rap to Metal, Punk to Grunge
It’s all about inequality, distribution of funds
And the solution of guns is killing by the ton
But the revolutionary story of glory has just begun

Chorus x2:
They're in control of the whole population
Men in black suits overrule
Because it’s easier to fool the nation
Than to convince people that they've been fooled