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A curse and a blessing Built as a weapon
Starting wars or ending them Depends on your perception
But what cant be debated a sign of human intellect
Good or evil right or wrong A topic that we'll get to next
Started from the soviets conceived in a bed
An idea from a soldier shot in soldier not the head
Instead of lying waiting he got to innovating
Made a better weapon for the germans he was slaying
The Germans had a rifle that was slaying the Soviets
Outdated technology the communists taking hits
Tired of his brothers dying built upon the older
Weapons that his comrades had a weapon for the soldier
His name kalishnakov the weapon he'd unfold
Was durable lightweight the gun it quickly showed
To be a great design to send the enemy to heaven
This weapon's name is AK AK 47
Automat Kalishnikova Automat Kalishnikova
I know Martin but Im times Malcolm X
I dont sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
Automat Kalishnikova Automat Kalishnikova
I know Martin but I'm times Malcolm X
I dont sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
Fast forward to the present day Guns still take our friends away
You lose them to injustice people crying saying let us pray
But i say let it spray defend them while they're breathing
Prevention beats a pound of cure we crying when they leaving
Think I'm a demon but people peep my reason
The neighborhoods for poorer folk the police never be in
But catch a nigga speeding they pull him over beat em
Use deadly force in situations when it isn't needed
That's a hard rhyme and its hard times lord knows that's tough
But a glock nine when those shots fire as these times get rough
Will keep the people sane but won't take away the pain
Of an innocent you know of on a block that's wrongly slain
But if you wanna limit guns and you say the cops is killing you
You're left without a weapon and what you think that cop is finna do
The AK's for the rebel nigga hold it in the sky
And this movements for the people life is hard you gotta try