Arms Of Justice - Beetroot [feat. Russell, Jony, and Freddie] {RADIO EDIT}
Channel: Arms Of Justice OFFICIAL CHANNEL
Date: 25/01/2021

[Official radio edit (clean version) of "Beetroot" by Arms Of Justice feat. Russell, Jony, and Freddie.] (stylised as "BEETROOT")
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Genre(s): Hip-hop; Text-to-speech rap

"Beetroot" is a 3-verse hip-hop track speaking on prerogative, self-empowerment, self-representation, and exposing social confusion and corruption. The radio edit mutes out the expletives.

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LYRICS:

[Verse 1: Russell]
I don't take orders from you bastards / You mothertruckers ain't crap to me; get from me
I'm bringin' hell on all you suckers tryna test me / I'll make you crack under pressure if you startin' crap
Don't frick wit me, *******, I'm a beast / 'Cos if you step to me, I'mma stomp you in a second
*****, I'm the illest. so ya best don't forget it / Lose ya memory like ya finna lose ya life
Like a shoddy character, I'mma kill your ass off / See me dancin' on ya grave, then I'll break ya headstone
Dangerous like a bull, seein' red then I charge / I'm a monster crashin' your way; call me Piledriver
Kickin' ******* to the ground then I beat they skulls / I do the same to them ********* who tryna pounce
Don't got no time for that fricky-fricky bullcrap / So step back unless you want ya face refurbished

[Verse 2: Jony]
Up on the screens, never PG / Unless prompted, I'm M-rated wit discretion
I'm makin' dough on my own, frick a suit n tie / And frick a wack ass boss who rather rob they workers
I don't waste time on drugs or casinos / I rather be in Malibu then lose my crap in stardom
Any mothertrucker gettin' crappy wit me, I clock 'em / Clap yo ass sideways if ya tryna screw me
A death wish what you beggin' for; I'll make ya bleed / All truth, no filter, to the eyes n ears
Settin' off my Uzi, poppin' heads like balloons / When you die, you'ma catch ya soul burn up in Hell
Al Pacino in this piece, bullets flyin' everywhere / To the top of my lungs shoutin' "Frick you, ho!"
No cell can detain me, no padlock can lock me / Ain't no-one on this planet that can best me on a level, *******

[Verse 3: Freddie]
Protect the youth from confusion / These suckers doin' nasty crap I'mma burn alive
The definition of normalisation has changed / All you losers wanna jack up every head on this Earth
Judas, is it me or has the world gone mad? / All you freaks bein' enforcin' wit the trife you make
You film a *** tape, then it gets stolen, then it's public / From ***** to ******* n ****** *****; I'm so disgusted
I don't mind a guy wearing short shorts / But wassup wit the cha-cha heels? Where the men's version at?
I hate turds who fake they ID so they can hook up / Pretendin' to be someone different, tryna force my feelings
You turn around n say you trickin' me then linkin' me / I don't frick witchu, so get from me, you ***********
Punk ******* finna get it too if they be fakin' / So no more will I ever be a victim of this bullcrap you implementin'
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