Misosi (Don't Shoot On Me) - Pasteur Lappe

I made the landing On my own two feet My understanding On that day we meet I'm gonna find you Yes I'll find a way I'm right behind you Boy I'm here to stay You're on the run Yeah hey I'm gonna Pull up my gun Gonna shoot on you Huh I'm standing facing With the enemy Boy can you hear me 'Cause it's you and me You took my baby Yes you took her life Now I've gone crazy Boy you're gonna die You're on the run And she's gone I'm gonna Pull out my gun Gonna shoot on you Don't need no apologies Gonna take life your away Gonna shoot on you Now that I'm crazy 'Cause the life you took away Gonna shoot on you And I want my baby (My baby) But she's gone (What you gonna do) Pull out my gun Gonna shoot on you I'm gonna Pull out my gun Gonna shoot on you Pull out my gun Gonna shoot on you Don't need no apologies Gonna take your life away Gonna shoot on you Now I've gone crazy 'Cause the life you took away Gonna shoot on you And I want my baby (My baby) But she's gone (What you gonna do) Pull out my gun Gonna shoot on you I'm gonna Pull out my gun Gonna shoot on you Pull out my gun Gonna shoot on you I'm gonna Pull out my gun Gonna shoot on you

Come on, I know the government's working You ain't never seen a man bursting Do you really think that you're the only person That sees the... that you're searching? Can't flick the channels just surfing Cause I heard we're bout to stop murking I changed the channel to the news channel What the hell they talking bout twerking I'm American my folks African Mom say she bought the gold back again Y'all chasing yeys and Kardashians Not even see what's happening Police is knows for drug trafficking Put a package on ya and trafficking Your keys is know you key straps with them I'm like hide the beast we know about ya Molly twerk one show about ya Beast we know about ya Molly twerk one show ain't got ya Eating tight like you bought that life You bring that knife to a show with flocka Your pity yey it's just so improper Petty show with your effort locker So we buck up I'm gonna block her Your daddy will have to ask for a docket That's true! Youngin in the streets tryna move a brick You don't really care if you proof or spit Got the hammer on his hip feeling too legit On fire, they like it they copy And all they want is some Versace, Versace He's after that cream and he's only 16 Don't shoot! No need to tell me who's bopping Can't you see the drones in the sky? Like do you think that they're watching I really try to keep to myself Keep getting caught up in all the hate I hope thes y'all made for Kendrick Bring the economy back to life Don't shoot! Really, that'd be great Don't shoot! Really, that'd be great Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Graduated at the homie packs Cause homey showed them how the package's right Ironically he's never grabbed the knife They'd be calling everybody rappers right? His family rich but he'd be acting like Wanna leave it all to lead a retched life You actin like you wanna sacrifice Your whole life that you could leave the rap behind? Impressing who? Does this even equal success to you? If it do, rest it boy, you are here to hear the intellectual See many people and many jeans Get plenty crimes that they'll never do Your favorite rapper ain't in the streets He at a nice hotel right by a festival Stop watching WCW your life is something like MMA See they complain about and they say But they snitching on themselves everyday Got you fools got snitching grams Got crime line what up face crook Posting picture from the trap show They hustle harder than a... Come on, can't you see the feds watching? Do you think that your color odds are the only think that they're popping? I really try to keep to myself Keep getting caught up in all the hate I hope the feds will come down your dough And... on your diamond life Don't shoot! Don't get blown away Don't shoot! Don't get blown away Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Cause missiles only... Your favorite trapper drops a CD that'll save ya Hope your favorite rapper isn't still on tour in Asia Hope your favorite actor turns into the Terminator Better high right now I stay hungry plus I got an appetite We had some skittles and a snapper right? The last one made me wanna snap tonight My angry rapper's what I'm acting like You know I really ain't the acting type I really like it if there was one to mine You'd be apologizing in the after life Cause I'm black or white is really whack or right The raps are right you're sounding so hypocritical I wouldn't take it if you know individual They try to tell me that he know he a criminal But I'm the one to tell him that I know he a general Hard to say they can't stay on It's kinda hard to tell them just brace on Really feeling like you get prayed on So I think we need a liaison Y'all saw what happened to Treyvon And if we bomb and they bomb Who the hell are we to say they wrong Don't shoot! Mr. President we're all watching Can't you see we got army guns and... dropping I really try to keep to myself Keep getting caught up in all the hate You really think the new love for guns Is gonna raise the ones that they got tonight Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Cause missiles only say K-boom! K-boom! Nothing really giving me a new feeling Nothing really giving me a new feeling We don't need a down fix we just need a new ceiling Oh kill'em! Oh kill'em! Yeah I see the bullet didn't mean it Yeah I think the government Will try to stay the new villain The other day I hear a mother say She had dreamed that the president would take us top a world I heard somebody else say when it does happen Hopefully they'll put it out for world star

Run for cover Don't shoot, shoot She's so dangerous Shotgun, gun, don't shoot shotgun Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right Fallin' head over heels at the speed of light Hey, little miss heaven on Earth Won't you walk this way But I see red alert Oh, my senses say keep away So don't shoot, don't shoot shotgun Dream on nightmare, touch 'n' go Dove turned destroyer She cut you up, she's a slave of love Run for cover, she's so dangerous Undercover, she's so shameless So don't shoot shotgun, you got me bitin' my lip Don't shoot shotgun, you're shootin' straight from the hip So don't shoot, shotgun Shoot me baby Hit 'n' miss, flesh and blood She's sweet and indiscreet, she can't get enough A little midnight madness, oh baby, you can't hide So wild 'n' unpredictable, step aside 'Cause you're, you're shooting wide Run for cover, she's so dangerous Undercover, she's so shameless So don't shoot shotgun, you got me bitin' my lip So don't shoot shotgun, you're shootin' straight from the hip Shake it, shake it! Take this, little hit 'n' miss Oh, don't shoot shotgun, you got me bitin' my lip Don't shoot shotgun, you're shootin' straight from the hip Don't shoot it Don't shoot shotgun, shake it, shake it And take this a little hit 'n' miss Don't shoot shotgun Oh shoot it, don't shoot it Oh, shotgun Shoot me, baby (ow!) Let it blow

Oh, Santa I've been waiting on you That's funny, kid, because I've been coming for you Oh, Santa I've been killing just for fun Well, the party's over, kid Because I, because I got a bullet in my gun A bullet in your what? Santa's got a bullet in his gun (you know it) Santa's got a bullet in his gun Don't shoot me, Santa Claus I've been a clean living boy, I promise you Did every little thing you asked me to I can't believe the things I'm going through Don't shoot me, Santa Claus Well, no one else around believes me But the children on the block, they tease me And I couldn't let 'em off that easy Oh, Santa It's been a real hard year (year) There just ain't no getting around this, life is hard But look at me, I turned out alright Hey, Santa Why don't we talk about it? Work it out Believe me, this ain't what I wanted I love all you kids, you know that Hell, I remember when you were just ten years old Playing out there in the desert Just waiting for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain In the sweet Mojave rain, the boy was on his own Don't shoot me, Santa Claus I've been a clean living boy, I promise you Did every little thing you asked me to I can't believe the things I'm going through Hey, Santa Claus Well, no one else around believes me But the children on the block, they tease me And I couldn't let 'em off that easy They had it coming, so why can't you see? I couldn't turn my cheek no longer The sun is going down and Christmas is near Just look the other way and I'll disappear forever Don't shoot me, Santa Claus Well, no one else around believes me But the children on the street, they tease me And I couldn't let 'em off that easy Believe me Santa (Santa)