ok, so here's a place to post your favourite political songs for other people to see. also it doesn't have to be political, just with strong opinions, and a good/thought-provoking message... Well here goes... Greenday - Holiday Say! Hey! Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an armageddon flame (Hey!) The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling out of key To a hymn called Faith and Misery (Hey!) And bleed, the company lost the war today I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday Hear the drum pounding out of time Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!) To find, the money's on the other side Can I get another Amen? (Amen!) There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!) A gag, A plastic bag on a monument I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday hey! (3,4) The representative of california now has the floooooor... Sieg Heil to the president gasman, Bombs away is your punishment! Pulverize the Eiffel towers, who criticize your government! Bang bang goes the broken glass man, Kill all the fags that don't agree! Trial by fire, setting fire It's not a way that's meant for me Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah! I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives This is our lives.... On Holiday! Feel free to add lyrics or links so people can check the songs out. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
"When Johnny Comes Marching Home" is thought to have dated to at least the American Civil War, and the lyrics are credited to Louis Lambert. Not exactly a favorite, but it's a catchy tune. When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer and the boys will shout The ladies they will all turn out And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home. The old church bell will peal with joy Hurrah! Hurrah! To welcome home our darling boy, Hurrah! Hurrah! The village lads and lassies say With roses they will strew the way, And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home. Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home. Let love and friendship on that day, Hurrah, hurrah! Their choicest pleasures then display, Hurrah, hurrah! And let each one perform some part, To fill with joy the warrior's heart, And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
Yeah, cmon Love my girl She lookin good Cmon One more Five to one, baby One in five No one here gets out alive, now You get yours, baby Ill get mine Gonna make it, baby If we try The old get old And the young get stronger May take a week And it may take longer They got the guns But we got the numbers Gonna win, yeah Were takin over Come on! Yeah! Your ballroom days are over, baby Night is drawing near Shadows of the evening crawl across the years Ya walk across the floor with a flower in your hand Trying to tell me no one understands Trade in your hours for a handful dimes Gonna make it, baby, in our prime
Here's another one - Coheed And Cambria - In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth:3 A broad incision sits across the evening The victim to our fathers lost war The restless children sit and mourn the graves Of those they've never seen before Will they be buried here among the dead? In the silent secret [Chorus:] The pioneers In dealing with it they march for dawn, of Will and worthy The truth be told the child was born Man your own jackhammer Man your battle stations We'll have you dead pretty soon And now Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine Man your battle stations We'll have you home pretty soon And now Awake through motion with curiosity to curtain your first move Over arms length they'll break protocol Jealous envy for the youngest one To be the hero is all I'll ask Can I be buried here among the dead? With room to honor me here in the end You'll be better off too soon You'll be better off when you get home [Chorus] For you, I'd do anything just to make you happy, hear you tell me that you’re proud of me For them, I'll kill anything cut the throats of babies for them break their hearts for they were them Waiting for you to say: I love you too The navigator The pilot Her favorite The one they call the vision that bears the gift [x2] Will, Do the children really understand the things you did to them? And why oh why… Should they conjure up the will for you my love I would kill him we're coming home pretty soon Coming home In the seventh turning hour Will the victims shadow fall? Should the irony grow hungry? With the victory and all they sought for We were one among the fence One among the fence [Guitar riffs and vocalizing] We're coming home Man your own jackhammer Man your battle stations We'll have you dead pretty soon And now Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine Man your battle stations We'll have you home pretty soon tonight
The Clash: English Civil War Traditional, arr: Jones/Strummer, Lyrics: Strummer When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, tala He's coming by bus or underground, hurrah, tala The woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear It was just around the corner in the English Civil War It was still at the stage of clubs and fists, hurrah, tala When that well known face got beaten to bits, hurrah, tala Your face was blue in the light of the screen As we watched the speech of an animal scream The new party army is marching right over our heads Alright There you are ha ha, I told you so, tala, hurrah Says everybody that we know, hurrah, tala But who hid a radio under the stairs? Who got caught out on their unawares? New party army is marching right up the stairs Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, tala Nobody understands how it happen again, hurrah, tala The sun is shining and the kids are shouting loud You gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud The shadows keep on falling when Johnny comes marching home Alright Johnny Ok Johnny All the girls go whoah oh oh oh Whoah oh Get his coffin ready Cause Johnny's coming home
Bob Dylan - Masters of War "Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead" - N
Immortal Technique - 4th Branch "[Talking] The new age is upon us And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man shall stand before God!!! It has begun The beginning of the end Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right wing, ideology Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave? Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism? Human rights violations, we continue the saga El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism [Hook] It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Read about the history of the place that we live in And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children [Verse 2] Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension And they refuse to even mention, European intervention Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams Media censorship, blocking out the video screens A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin' The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin' And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard [Hook] It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you While you hanging your flag out your project window [Talking] Yeah.. The fourth branch of the government AKA the media Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials As if their opinion was at all unbiased A machine shouldn't speak for men So shut the fuck up you mindless drone! And you know it's serious When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign To try to convince you they're fair and balanced When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people Giving that type of mentality a safe haven We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards! We don't get weapons contracts, nigga! We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga! We are cheap labor, nigga! Turn off the news and read, nigga! Read... read... read..." - N
Steppenwolf - Move Over "Things look bad from over here Too much confusion and no solution Everyone here knows your fear You're out of touch and you try too much Yesterday's glory won't help us today You wanna retire? Get out of the way The country needs a father Not an uncle or big brother Someone to keep the peace at home If we can't get together Look out for stormy weather Don't make me pay for your mistakes I have to pay my own Yesterday's glory won't help us today You wanna retire? Get out of the way I ain't got much time The young ones close behind I can't wait in line If we can not wake you Then we'll have to shake you Though some say you'll only understand a gun Got to prove them wrong Or you will lose the battle Don't you know we'll start a war Which will be won by none Yesterday's glory won't help us today You wanna retire? Get out of the way I ain't got much time The young ones close behind I can't wait in line Move over Come on, Move Over Repeat Chorus" - N
John Lennon - Working Class Hero "As soon as youre born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if youre clever and they despise a fool Till youre so fucking crazy you cant follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When theyve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you cant really function youre so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv And you think youre so clever and classless and free But youre still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Theres room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me" - N
Neil Young - Sun Green "Sun Green started makin' waves On the day that Grandpa died Speakin' out against anything Unjust or packed with lies She chained herself to a statue of an eagle In the lobby of Power Co. And started yelling through a megaphone, "There's corruption on the highest floor." Suits poured out of elevators "You're all dirty." Phoneheads began to speak "You can't trust any of them." Security couldn't get her down She was welded to the eagle's beak. Sun Green leaned into that megaphone, said, "Truth is all I seek." Security brought in some blow torches News cameras recorded her speech, "When the city is plunged into darkness by an unpredicted rolling blackout The White House always blames the governor Saying the solution is to vote him out." On top of that great bronze eagle Sun's voice was loud and clear. She said, "Power Co's working with the White House to paralyze our state with fear." It was a golden moment In the history of TV news No one could believe it It just got great reviews "Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too." The Imitators were playing Down at Jon Lee's bar When Sun went down to see ‘em Someone followed her in a car Now when she goes dancin' She has to watch her back The FBI just trashed her room One of them kicked her cat Damn thing scratched his leg So he had to shoot it dead And leave it lyin' in a puddle of blood At the foot of Sun Green's bed Jon Lee's was rockin' The Imitators drove it home Sun was dancin' up a heat wave For awhile she was all alone When up walked a tall stranger Shadowed her move to move In perfect unison A supernatural groove He took her by the hand And the room began to spin He said, "I'm Earth; Earth Brown. You know the shape I'm in. "I'm leavin' tonight for Alaska And I want you to come in the spring And be a goddess in the planet wars And save the living things. "I'm ready to go right now," Sun Green told Earth Brown "Let's go back to my place, pick up my cat, and leave this town behind." "Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean." Next day Sun Green got busted for pot And it made the headline news But then the charges all got dropped And the story gets confused ‘I'd still like to meet Julia Butterfly And see what remedy brings And be a goddess in the planet wars Try to save the living things "But that might not be easy Livin' on the run Mother Earth has many enemies There's much work to be done "Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty now, too. Hey, Mr. Clean." - N
Ten Years After - I'd Love to Change the World "Everywhere is freaks and hairies Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity Tax the rich, feed the poor Till there are no rich no more Id love to change the world But I dont know what to do So Ill leave it up to you Population keeps on breeding Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy Life is funny, skies are sunny Bees make honey, who needs money, monopoly Id love to change the world But I dont know what to do So Ill leave it up to you World pollution, theres no solution Institution, electrocution Just black and white, rich or poor Them and us, stop the war Id love to change the world But I dont know what to do So Ill leave it up to you" - N
Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story Lyrics Artist(Band):Jedi Mind Tricks Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics Vinnie Paz) I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil/ They send there to Vietnam to kill innocent people/ My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care/ We trying to leave the footprints of America here/ They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion/ But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed/ Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win/ Against the Viet Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh/ I didn't sign up to kill women or any children/ For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians/ Yeah, and that ain't right to me/ I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me/ It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms/ But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs/ I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines/ And at night, praying to God that I get back alive/ And I'm forced to sit back and wonder/ Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'/ In a fox hole with nine months left here/ Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here/ (solider speaking) I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home. (officer speaking) You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country? (solider speaking) I like being here. I'm ready. (R.A. The Rugged Man) True story... Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman/ Skilling, killing, illing/ I'm able and willing/ Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village/ Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas/ This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit/ World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict/ Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing/ Sex, scampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing/ Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream/ I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being/ Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit/ Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit/ Spit four-thousand bullets a minute/ Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it/ I'm in it to win it, get it/ The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing/ The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it/ A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it/ Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying/ It's heating up, a hundred degrees/ The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please/ Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"/ Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees/ Tail Rotor Broken,crash land, American man/ Cambodia, right in the enemy hand/ Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us/ Them yellow men wearing black pajamas/ They want to harm us/ They all up on us/ Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain/ To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain/ Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions/ Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines/ Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud/ I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood/ I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother/ I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights/ I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights/ Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types/ I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive/ I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived/ I escaped the war, came back/ But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped/ Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic/ Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it/ My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive/ Cause in life, God take, God give/
Black Sabbath "War Pigs" Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death construction In the fields the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds Oh Lord yeah! Politicians hide themselves away They only started the way Why don't the go out to fight? They leave that up to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait till their Judgment Day comes Now in darkness world stops turning Ashes where the bodies burning No more War Pigs have the power Hand of God has struck the hour Day of Judgment, God is calling On their knees the War Pigs crawling Begging mercy for their sins Satan laughing spreads his wings Oh Lord yeah!
Paris - AWOL "[Intro] And you don't hear none of those stations, for hip-hop and R&B playin him Ask why, in fact, where are those stations today? Somebody better ask somebody that The people that's most affected, by this war are the so-called hip-hop generation [recruiter] The Army is the best kept secret in the whole world That every soldier gets his or her own private room You can forget that old brown boot image of the Army It's a job like anything else, you'd love it, all the soldiers do [Paris] I remember how it started, remember the time I was watchin Rap City bout a quarter to nine Commercial said the military givin money for school Caught the bus up to my campus, they were signin recruits And met this dude named Diablo, was some kind of vet He explained the situation told me what to expect, he said 'Now we'll help you pay for college and train you for work' Said I could take computer classes and could quit if I want But best of all was the fact I'd, have my own shit I'd have my own space and have my own place to keep it On top of that I'd travel, and visit the world Hell Diablo said the women overseas was the pearl Didn't even call my girl, let's get it on fo' sho' Signed my name, took some tests, and I was outta the do' A true soldier for America, ready to go On the road a vacation'll be good for the soul [Chorus] Don't matter what they sayin now They lyin what they say fo' sho' They don't play when it come to war They get down, they get down, they get down [Paris] I showed up at basic training, but what a mistake Cause this motherfucker yellin at me all in my face In this dirty-ass latrine, 50 men in a room Runnin laps up in the mud at 4 o'clock in the mornin I'm scrubbin toilets doin laundry, and feelin the pain If I didn't know no better, I'd think 'boy' was my name Same bullshit line so many bit 'fore me Got a nigga twisted up in this illusion of freedom Fuck this shit, I'm out tomorrow, made up my mind Everything Diablo said I'm findin out was a lie That's when my unit got the call, the Commander in Chief wanna ground troop assignments keepin peace in the East What a relief, I'm thinkin finally somethin new Shipped us off and 20 hours later we was en route Touched down around 11, the desert was brutal Then the ground split and caught us by surprise from the shootin {*explosions, sounds of war and death*} [Chorus] - 2X [Paris] It was all surreal, seen 'em blow the spine out his back In the minefield, we was reelin from the attack Seen the M.O.'s hand upon the receiver, still attached with an alarm on it, set off the beacon, then I mashed Who the first truck, blood and guts splash in my face Cuttin kids down, couldn'ta been no older than eight What the fuck is goin on, who we fightin and why? Killin kids, killin killers, who the fuck is supplyin I'm cryin out for protection, but none of it came So I dumped in all directions 'til the heater was drained But that night vision shit, wasn't helpin us win Caught a round of friendly fire but it wasn't so friendly We simply got lucky, headed back to the base Seen a soldier rape a woman, shot her dead in the face Guts stuck to my clothes, body parts galore If this a peacekeepin mission I ain't ready for war And now I'm back home bitter, and sick and contagious And I'm knowin we some bullies, that's why everyone hate us Still broke than a motherfucker, niggaz is starvin And that job trainin shit is only good for the Army I guess I shoulda been a C.O., and kept up a file Shoulda listened when my homies said we murder for oil Now I'm fuckin with this wheelchair, ain't nuttin the same And I'm knowin confrontation's mo' than video games War is pain" - N
Jedi Mind Tricks "Shadow Business" Yeah, it's a contemporary form of slavery, they call it slave labor But they don't prosecute them 'cause it's how they make paper When you rockin' that fly shit that's made in China By an eight year old child tryin' to feed him mama He exposed to contamination and disease And only fifty-five percent of them will get degrees And the women have to try to placate the boss Because of sex discrimination in the labor force The slave master only let them speak in sign language And they sufferin' from lung disease and eye damage Fourteen hour shifts, seven days a week Two shitty meals a day, very little sleep Human life only worth three cents an hour All human rights lost, no sense of power Workin' for a hundred years in the grave passes Only for the improved cleverness of slave masters Is life worth livin' if you livin' in Hell? When the mind is confined to a prisoner cell? And the lies they devise and the system, it fail But I expect the system to fail Is life worth livin' if you livin' in Hell? When the mind is confined to a prisoner cell? And the lies they devise and the system, it fail But I expect the system to fail "Many Chinese workers are forced to sign secret agreements known as "Shadow contracts" before they leave China severely, and in some ways, illegally restricting their activities while on American soil workers are forbidden to participate in any religious or political activities or to ask for a salary increase, or even to fall in love or get married" It's 1.6 million people locked in jail They the new slave labor force, trapped in Hell They generate over a billion dollars worth of power And only gettin' paid twenty cents an hour They make clothes for McDonald's and for Applebee's And workin' forty-hour shifts in prison factories And while we sit around debatin' who the wack MC's They have to work when arthritic pain attack the knees Slavery's not illegal, that's a fuckin' lie It's illegal, unless it's for conviction of a crime The main objective is to get you in your fuckin' prime And keep the prison full and not give you a fuckin' dime But they the real criminal, keepin' you confined For a petty crime, but they give you two-to-nine And ain't nobody there to protect ya Except a bunch of incompetent human rights inspector Is life worth livin' if you livin' in Hell? When the mind is confined to a prisoner cell? And the lies they devise and the system, it fail But I expect the system to fail Is life worth livin' if you livin' in Hell? When the mind is confined to a prisoner cell? And the lies they devise and the system, it fail But I expect the system to fail "The sweatshop situation kind of conveys it and kind of take advantage of the people that are poor and at an economic disadvantage" "This Chinese woman made t-shirts and pants at the factory until she became pregnant ... says she refused to have the abortion and has now been barred from entering the factory" "Allowing them to bring that onto US soil is a very big concern we've now documented the fact that management coerces female workers who become pregnant into having abortions" "Human rights workers say it's common practice" "Inside that factory, Chinese law applies, and Chinese law is supreme" "Even though it's the United States of America?" "The flag doesn't fly inside there" Jedi Mind Tricks Shadow Business
hello All, heres a one from Public Enemy (i can tbelieve you guys have not listed any thing from them yet) 911 is a Joke Hit me Going, going, gone Now I dialed 911 a long time ago Don't you see how late they're reactin' They only come and they come when they wanna So get the morgue embalm the goner They don't care 'cause they stay paid anyway They teach ya like an ace they can't be betrayed I know you stumble with no use people If your life is on the line they you're dead today Late comings with the late comin' stretcher That's a body bag in disguise y'all betcha I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch ya? With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya They are the kings 'cause they swing amputation Lose your arms, your legs to them it's compilation I can prove it to you watch the rotation It all adds up to a funky situation So get up get, get get down 911 is a joke in yo town Get up, get, get, get down Late 911 wears the late crown 911 is a joke Everyday they don't never come correct You can ask my man right here with the broken neck He's a witness to the job never bein' done He would've been in full in 8 9-11 Was a joke 'cause they always jokin' They the token to your life when it's croakin' They need to be in a pawn shop on a 911 is a joke we don't want 'em I call a cab 'cause a cab will come quicker The doctors huddle up and call a flea flicker The reason that I say that 'cause they Flick you off like fleas They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees And to the strength so go the length Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth You better wake up and smell the real flavor Cause 911 is a fake life saver So get up, get, get get down 911 is a joke in yo town Get up, get, get, get down Late 911 wears the late crown Ow, ow 911 is a joke
Mine is Midnight Oil, Blot. . .and Redneck Wonderland Lyrics of Redneck Wonderland: I dont want to run I dont want to stay Cos everything thats near and dear is old and in decay Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on Time to take a stand Redneck wonderland Got you in my sights, spotlit by the fence If your small youre faking, its just common sense Brick and tile for miles, rolling in the aisles Rifle in my hand Redneck wonderland Well the streets are clean, nothing gets away I can see the beauty treatment draining from your face It is vision free, its poor bugger me Something less than grand Redneck wonderland
Whats Beef Mos Def and Talib Kweli [Talib Kweli] Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin' Middle Passages, I can't go back again Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies and mysteries Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously Battle in the wilderness of North America Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray Chased by predators Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent Ain't no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved While we sit back waitin' to evolve Those who would trade in their freedom For their protection deserve neither Fuck a name, fuck tradition Religion - you learn Jesus Turn the other cheek Inherit the Earth, just stay meek Fuck the way you speak Try to walk, we chop off your feet Fastforward to 2003, niggas beef The psychology of children are slaves to run deep [Mos Def and Talib Kweli] Hell yeah, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples yo Yeah yeah, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples yo [Mos Def] Beef is not what Jay said to Nas Beef is when workin' niggas can't find jobs So they tryna find niggas to rob Tryna find bigger guns so they can finish the job Beef is when the crack kids can't find moms Cause they end up inna PINE box or locked behind bars Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97 Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic Beef don't come with a radio edit Beef is when the judge is callin' you "defendant" Beef, it comes with a long jail sentence Handed down to you in a few short minutes Beef is when your girl come through for a visit Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga" Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get it And all your little kids is doin is gettin' bigger You tryin not to raise 'em around these wild niggas Beef is when a gold digger got ya seat and a A manicured hand out like "pay me nigga" Or I'm tellin' your wife Or startin' up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life Beef is when a gangster ain't doin it right Another gangster then decided what to do with his life Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight Yeah, beef is not what Ja said to 50 Beef is more than Irv not bein here with me When a soldier ends his life with his own gun Beef is tryin' to figure out what to tell his son Beef is oil prices and geopolitics Beef is Iraq, the West Bank, and Gaza Strip Some beef is big and some beef is small But what y'all call beef is not beef at all Beef is real life happenin' everyday And it's realer than them songs that you get at Kay Slay This has been a Black Star PSA From Mos Def, Pretty Flocko, black Dante And the Black Star embassy, B to the K
