What They Want

You gotta give em what they want You gotta give em what they want Yeah Yeah You gotta give em what they want You gotta give em what they want Yeah Yeah Yeah Not talking about love Four hundred plus years of that That was not enough Land of the free was built with black sweat Homogenized by my government The mics hot I want stop I know you mad I'm going to the top Don't cry lad I'm coming to your spot Social distance son The block is hot I know the great one We all need God I'm just having fun The Messiah has come Watch the synagogue of satan run Back to their cave Turkey's Financers of slaves Work me no pay Land of of the free Ain't never been great Low pay Noddles no stake Keep that mask on I need six feet You gotta give em what they want You gotta give em what they want Yeah Yeah You gotta give em what they want You gotta give em what they want Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah social distance son Leave me or love me I might be the one With the father is where I be Who created the son Terrany Terror Democracy hypocrisies read like war letters Oh the immorality like death valley in a sweater Four plus centuries destress Like a dull knife cut though lather Systematic mess Indoctrinated into no better I don't rap fast Not trying to be clever However I'll give you what you want forever Sell out to these suckers never Stay the same In any weather You gotta give em what they want You gotta give em what they want Yeah Yeah You gotta give em what they want You gotta give em what they want Yeah Yeah Yeah You gotta give em what they want