Kill em With Kindness

[Intro: Noam Chomsky] Inequality is really unprecedented Talking about the American dream, it's all collapsed There was an expectation that things were gonna get better There isn't today [Verse 1: Slaine] Half-grinned dotty eyes, shadowed by his hat brims Stocks press red line, shotty in the black Benz Five fetched headlines, followed by a rap fiend Red blood dripping in a black sink Bottom line back end, money in a fat link Gold chain, full drinks spilling on his linens with the cocaine Women on his tip, made the models nervous Putting waitresses through college with the bottle service The kind of drug dealer's dreams you can follow furthest Using yesterday's bullets for tomorrow's murders Laughing with the passion with the masterminds, just to pass the time Raise a glass of wine for the working man, he's asinine The craft of crime, blue collar tradition The high class or the two dollar edition All salute to the man sipping cold whiskey Where pursuit of the gold could be so risky [Hook: Slaine] Once upon a time in America We were told that the roads would be paved with gold But when the well's done drained and the shells come flying Go to church but it still won't save your soul Once upon a time in America We were told that the roads would be paved with gold But when the blocks get shot up while the cops sweat product Go to church but it still won't save your soul [Verse 2: Apathy] My whole circle is large, barbarians with surgical scars Send you vertical to the stars while avoiding the murder charge Blow your brains like Kennedy in convertible cars We stay trapped on the block like cows herded on farms Heard the alarm, then my brain froze I'm marked with plain clothes Hopping out and popping my peoples, giving 'em halos The beast feast on fear and power and greed Powder the weed, planting weapons where the innocent bleed The ignorant breed descended wicked sons with guns To shoot first, then interrogate with bloods in my lungs I swear to Jesus the police are the fiendish serving to Satan A serpent's forsaken the searches they nervously shaking The shots shatter sound matter, body splatters and drops Scatter the block, ain't a predator deadlier than the cop Nightsticks leaving sticky blood stains on my white kicks For slinging that white, bitch, I stay on the night shift [Hook: Slaine] Once upon a time in America We were told that the roads would be paved with gold But when the well's done drained and the shells come flying Go to church but it still won't save your soul Once upon a time in America We were told that the roads would be paved with gold But when the blocks get shot up while the cops sweat product Go to church but it still won't save your soul [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Went from blocks in the sandbox to rocks on my man's block The only threat, these fag cops Kept it moving like black ops Used to be park bench philosophers The forty ounce bottle mafia, now we sipping wine with tilapia Whether from Crooklyn or Compton, turn your problems to options Fuck devils, demons and monsters, American dreaming, constant Building schemes up to profit, built to defeat the nonsense Either kill em with kindness or pop them and drop them in a ditch On to the next endeavor, we investing forever But tomorrow's a lifetime away from this very second And it only takes a second to fire a gun Another second to die young Is this the American dream or a nightmare? Is life fair? I don't know but I'll be right there With ya if they try to hit ya, standing back-to-back with pistols in the picture Eight million stories like the riddles in the scripture [Hook: Slaine] Once upon a time in America We were told that the roads would be paved with gold But when the well's done drained and the shells come flying Go to church but it still won't save your soul Once upon a time in America We were told that the roads would be paved with gold But when the blocks get shot up while the cops sweat product Go to church but it still won't save your soul