Get them shots recorded, so the victim gets applauded
Even if it's all post-mortem, at least we'll know that you supported
All the activism causes and the candlelit memorials
With the link that you reported to your hundred Facebook follows, noted
It means a lot when your face is caked with blood
I'm sure it means a lot when your city's caked in mud
And rubble from the drones that we sent out as a gift
So the citizens in Syria know who they're f*cking with
But Paris hogs attention because they shared it on the news
So we all get a filter so that we can show we, too
Stand against the act of terror, if only at our convenience
While the Natives in our country fight for land without achievement
But we never pay no mind 'cause it don't fit into our daily
Routine of work and imbibe-ment so we can stop the feeling
Of monotony and self-hatred we've brought by complacency
By living through our cameras and recording what we choose to see
LIVE-can anybody hear me?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-and don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it
LIVE-is anybody listening?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-so don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it LIVE
Keep them off the sidewalks 'till you shoot them in the street
So the blood that leaks back out them doesn't stain the paved concrete
Where your children keep on drawing little daisies and peace lilies
'Till they're old enough to question all your precious little theories
Like the Muslim bringing bombs (though they're brought back in response)
Like the leftists screaming trigger (though you stifle all their qualms)
Like my homies screaming, "Momma!" when they know their lives don't matter
As you point your favorite barrel 'till the rest of them all gather
As they mourn their sacred brother with the candles burnt last night
When the same thing almost happened, 'till they saw the dude was white
And they like to quote statistics-well, I'll give you one of mine
If you'll count out all the relatives you've tattooed on your spine
'Cause my shoulder's out of room from all the bodies that they've dropped
And my body would be filled up if I counted who they've stopped
And the children I see drawing are just scrawling chalk outlines
For the group you choose to persecute once we all choose to die
WHAT?
LIVE-can anybody hear me?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-and don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it
LIVE-is anybody listening?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-so don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it LIVE
Young Mvchetes - Live. Lyrics
Young Mvchetes - Live. Lyrics
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Get them shots recorded, so the victim gets applauded
Even if it's all post-mortem, at least we'll know that you supported
All the activism causes and the candlelit memorials
With the link that you reported to your hundred Facebook follows, noted
It means a lot when your face is caked with blood
I'm sure it means a lot when your city's caked in mud
And rubble from the drones that we sent out as a gift
So the citizens in Syria know who they're f*cking with
But Paris hogs attention because they shared it on the news
So we all get a filter so that we can show we, too
Stand against the act of terror, if only at our convenience
While the Natives in our country fight for land without achievement
But we never pay no mind 'cause it don't fit into our daily
Routine of work and imbibe-ment so we can stop the feeling
Of monotony and self-hatred we've brought by complacency
By living through our cameras and recording what we choose to see
LIVE-can anybody hear me?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-and don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it
LIVE-is anybody listening?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-so don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it LIVE
Keep them off the sidewalks 'till you shoot them in the street
So the blood that leaks back out them doesn't stain the paved concrete
Where your children keep on drawing little daisies and peace lilies
'Till they're old enough to question all your precious little theories
Like the Muslim bringing bombs (though they're brought back in response)
Like the leftists screaming trigger (though you stifle all their qualms)
Like my homies screaming, "Momma!" when they know their lives don't matter
As you point your favorite barrel 'till the rest of them all gather
As they mourn their sacred brother with the candles burnt last night
When the same thing almost happened, 'till they saw the dude was white
And they like to quote statistics-well, I'll give you one of mine
If you'll count out all the relatives you've tattooed on your spine
'Cause my shoulder's out of room from all the bodies that they've dropped
And my body would be filled up if I counted who they've stopped
And the children I see drawing are just scrawling chalk outlines
For the group you choose to persecute once we all choose to die
WHAT?
LIVE-can anybody hear me?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-and don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it
LIVE-is anybody listening?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-so don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it LIVE
Even if it's all post-mortem, at least we'll know that you supported
All the activism causes and the candlelit memorials
With the link that you reported to your hundred Facebook follows, noted
It means a lot when your face is caked with blood
I'm sure it means a lot when your city's caked in mud
And rubble from the drones that we sent out as a gift
So the citizens in Syria know who they're f*cking with
But Paris hogs attention because they shared it on the news
So we all get a filter so that we can show we, too
Stand against the act of terror, if only at our convenience
While the Natives in our country fight for land without achievement
But we never pay no mind 'cause it don't fit into our daily
Routine of work and imbibe-ment so we can stop the feeling
Of monotony and self-hatred we've brought by complacency
By living through our cameras and recording what we choose to see
LIVE-can anybody hear me?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-and don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it
LIVE-is anybody listening?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-so don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it LIVE
Keep them off the sidewalks 'till you shoot them in the street
So the blood that leaks back out them doesn't stain the paved concrete
Where your children keep on drawing little daisies and peace lilies
'Till they're old enough to question all your precious little theories
Like the Muslim bringing bombs (though they're brought back in response)
Like the leftists screaming trigger (though you stifle all their qualms)
Like my homies screaming, "Momma!" when they know their lives don't matter
As you point your favorite barrel 'till the rest of them all gather
As they mourn their sacred brother with the candles burnt last night
When the same thing almost happened, 'till they saw the dude was white
And they like to quote statistics-well, I'll give you one of mine
If you'll count out all the relatives you've tattooed on your spine
'Cause my shoulder's out of room from all the bodies that they've dropped
And my body would be filled up if I counted who they've stopped
And the children I see drawing are just scrawling chalk outlines
For the group you choose to persecute once we all choose to die
WHAT?
LIVE-can anybody hear me?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-and don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it
LIVE-is anybody listening?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-so don't you turn your cameras off
'Till the bodies stop dropping, we will never stop shooting it LIVE
Writer: Kody Stadler
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid