The Human Animal

Part of The USA Project: Hip Hop As A Weapon Of Mass Communication

©REEVOLUTION. Released September 11, 2008

Lyrics

Verse 1: The Human Animal

You call it education, I call it euthanasia
And now they watching me like they be targeting al Qaeda
Rock star behavior, get your shit on lock
Cuz you the next motherfucker that they send to get shot
Now every city and town is ground zero
The rain sizzles and the air considered lethal
Nobodies got hair and every hero dun died
See my mom would’ve cried but she dun lost her eyes
Hold your fire never, whatever this motive is
Is obviously more important than the innocence of kids
Cuz Bush ain’t never seen the little face on a girl
As she sits face to face with her mother who been killed
As he lays on his ranch, shit I wonder if he feels
Any sort of emotion for the woman he just killed
Cuz this fucking war is real and I don’t really feel you know this
Like how the fucks American idol get more voters

Chorus: The Human Animal

So turn the funk louder, sipping on liquor mix it with gunpowder
Out the pussy of the shotgun the sound shatters
Scatter your frame with that steel rain clatter out of rain clouds
Radioactive brainpower
So turn the funk louder, sipping on liquor mix it with gunpowder
Out the pussy of the shotgun the sound shatters
Scatter your frame with that steel rain clatter out of rain clouds

Verse 2: The Human Animal

Fuck the American dream, I’m having nightmares
Waking up screaming but who the fuck cares right?
Somebody home prolly fuckin my wife now
While I’m out on the road trying to hold my whole life down
In giving you a sound that you never dun heard
Cuz these kids overseas got no choice but to serve
And they voice never heard cuz you been taught not to listen
How you call it independence when they die and you chilling?
So feel the ricochet bitch, this that riot soundtrack
When animals attack you and take their lives back
Political draft dodgers rich cuz of their fathers
These are the same men that did business with Osama
How easily y’all forget that, you citizens are rats
More worried for Paris Hilton than these kids in Iraq
But at last, I’m here, with no fear, this a blueprint
Our last minutes on earth, this is nuke music