The Horse You Rode in On Lyrics & Tabs by TZU
The Horse You Rode in On
guitar chords lyrics
SeedMC verse 1
I'll give you one chance to answer (answer)
These rhymes don't seem to match up (match up)
You'd better go and call for backup (backup!)
Cause this shit's gonna publicly crash your systems and isms and formulaic flows
Every day it goes to try and get votes but don't know the correct tactics
You think you're immaculate
In fact you think yourself apt at it but you're just crap at it
You're inaccurate, hotheaded like a Capulet wanker
Check my slant on it, give me a beat and I'll dance on it while you act robotic
Just another puppet
Now I'm no prophet, but the rhymes you vomit
Are the uranium deposits and the genocides you closet
Old growth forests, first you go and log it
Then you get your planes and with napalm you bomb it
Are the uranium deposits and the genocides you closet
Old growth forests, first you go and log it
Then you get your planes and with napalm you bomb it
And in the meantime take an indigenous culture and rob it
Now as a citizen, I've asked you to stop it
But you haven't so now I grab this vocal and just cock it
So draw your weapons (woop)
Too late there we go
I send you back with my raps banging in your stereos
Fuck you
And your long list of isms
You, and the holes you put pigins
Me, and my own inhibitions
And fuck you and you and in addition
You and your patriotism
You and your religionisms
You and your criticisms
And if you don't like it then don't fucking listen
Joelistics verse 2
Fuck you and that horse you rode in on
That high horse you get on from bullshit you where fed on
This rap is the kick back from toes you tread on
The people that you pick on
What? Because there different from you?
Check you attitudes those narrow views are bound to be the death of you
Swing back at you and hit you up black and blue
And we'd all been better off if you’d been born mute
You step up to talk and you start to go on
It's question time, listen I've got my suspicions
Ignorance plagues up this planet that we live on
You might think this song is about rappers, you're wrong
It's about people who use power to trip on
My aim is dead on from my room with a view
It's too true we all have some flaws to admit to
So fuck it, guess what, this rap is about me
I'd rap this sonnet in the senate if I could
If I thought for a second it would do any good
Well take a look, take a walk, read a book
Let's burn down the parliament and watch the flag cook
I'm using bogon and I'll take on all comers
You sexist, racist, homophobic fuckers
The dull, the dumb, the dirty and the dumber
My friend from overseas said this countries got the dumbest
Pull back the covers, read the newspapers
Listen to talk back radio, watch Neighbours
Talk to a politician or to a cop
Talk to Pauline in her fish and chip shop
I'm proud I'm Australian, whatever that means,
Probably bad dreams if you're a refugee
I love our sunburnt country, I love it a lot
It's just a pity about all the redneck fucks!
Fuck you
And your long list of isms
You, and the holes you put pigins
Me, and my own inhibitions
And fuck you and you and in addition
You and your patriotism
You and your religionisms
You and your criticisms
And if you don't like it then don't fucking listen
