1. |
Axe
02:32
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axe through your door
truth creeping, shocked as you crumble
its seeping, world of self torture
degress to a stain of oppression dressed to a state of aggression
press civil war, social encore
self righteous, no following of tradition
diet of rice and cola , your so obese
you're lacking omega 3, fish
da reese yo me, my homie
feeds me for free, its killing self liberty
adapt to their policy,
digress to a stain of oppression, dressed to a state of aggression
red, pray
at high noon the bush will sway
shut it and pose away
frayed to pay
rhymes reach deep to decay
a baboon brat from Bombay
bending your back to sleep in a cave x2
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2. |
Chase the Catcher
02:19
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eh, pass the plate you fellow patreon
boy where you going now, you on the run?
chase the catcher
save, harvester heating only half his home
bring the baby to babylon
continue to harass
they're robbing ya, picking your pocket
how do you expect to get hired?
when Rudy boy never surrenders
listen now boys don't you act dumb
lime in the sun with a too mucha rum
living is easy
when you don't have to run
wait till the wait gone
wait till they shot em down
shot em down
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3. |
Bok Choy
01:53
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costa too hot to handle, leasor hungry for power
seeping into the floor, three lay dead in formation
sacrificial, a letter to cover another violation
I'm not your golden boy,
chopping shop, call it bok choy
he ain't your country boy bitch
less than the run of the mill
black mold drips from the ceiling
over the counter, kick in his head and smash up the shop
i'm not your golden boy
chopping stock, call it bok choy
he ain't your country boy mama
floating in fine lines
crippled from crime calling costs a handful
crawl through
amongst the rats in search for the kingdom
put down his hands on the chopping block
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4. |
Sahara
02:23
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they'll sing songs that make your heart beat
everyone together
then they'll force you too change
the children will have their hands out
wrapped in red leather
saudi packing
sahara, for allah in libya
this morning car bombing
targeting a crowded street . x2
they'll sing songs that make your heart beat
blood in the desert
then the citizens screamed
go back to the country where you belong
neeanja
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5. |
Fortune
03:58
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suck love from ether, hear them say this is what we deserve
night time believer, she wonders if she could have
lived in the moment, the city scene seemed she'd said, just a drag
to the mirror, she wondered
baby's on the way down, because living's too fast
her necks fixed in a cast, and she feels no sensation
I dont know if you'll find
fortune or fame, she's a lost highway,
and I see her
a continental sway
tenth time to that same refrain
too you I said that I would have spit it
another night on the city street
hopped up young blood runs so bitter
lifetime for the fortune feeders
to see her the crowd runs a hot fever
to sink so much deeper
our lives are not of your concern
ten toes on the trigger
she wonders if she'll get out
shine light on your fears
no discipline leads to her consequence
liquor for dinner
she wondered
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6. |
Riot
03:17
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preach a revelation
teeth like alligators
clamp up at a crosstown
the only option is riot!
a peaceful propagation
spend another billi' on it
teachers take a torch to er'
thee only option is riot!
a Lamborghini suicide
party in the dance hall
police in their car
plundering the people
the only option is riot!
a kid in the tropical
now they're gonna brawl
kick another fast-ball
the only option is riot!
threat
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7. |
Bat in the Womb
02:58
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sharing your plate with all, what you've got
starved, bean rice your gut soaked in hunger
vision is blurred by opium
dark wet floor feet stomp to conquer
she's losing sight of conscience
at sight stars and speech start to jumble
bat in the womb boy
blood in, blood in corn flour
golden, boat in the thunder
like a goose in the wind
freed by the rhythm, in the home of his mother
you must have seen something there
massacre fuelled by propaganda
run for your life, hide in the jungle
passengers on the parameter
dark wet floor feet stomp to conquer
bat in the womb boy
rat in the room boy
black macumba
mothers teeth cut like ivory
hiding amongst the water
like a hive in a tree
bee's hum a rhythm
in the run for cover
you must have seen something there
(first chorus)
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8. |
Imitation
02:43
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this had stopped but for this I could see no reason
this idol that I love came here to spread diseases
you cheat, constantly, shipping-crate from China
this had stopped but for this i could see no reason
silicate packs they pour, pages in foreign visas
they cheat, try to leave, ticking bombs on timers
overdose they ignore, more free speech they're policing
a line at every drugstore, a pill in every colour
preaching , HIV, stacking up bricks no mortar
this had stopped but for this I could see no reason
you cheat constantly, shipping crate from China
fashion, another show--
caught in imitation
this is our invitation
for freedom
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