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I lift the shroud and make the masses proud
Crush our enemies,
Are you gonna ride with me?
Or sit in your materialistic mire G?
Race to our grave
how much more could I have gave
to the insatiable assassins that are forever laughing
like an atom I'm cracking,
will we ever be saved?
With landmines not gold my future is paved,
love in my heart but not racist-ly raised
You want back but you never gave,
you think you're prince but you're really nave – sissy,
I bet you think you're brave
playing broke, stack your loot
the cream you save,
body boarding on light's way
The rich taunt me
specter of bill collectors haunt me
The fates of the greats leaves me undaunted
socialist dazzle mother****er and I flaunt it
Class equality and abolish poverty – I want it
Preach knowledge with no answer,
you speak in tongues
climb life's ladder and it has no rungs
My old-school compadres are spun
The rich steal my labour and my health
to bag their wealth
They got us ass backwards
fight for the self
and not the masses,
they got us right in Congress
Anything but abolish the classes
Anything but rocking the vote of our masters
Mother****ers telling me that my vote is the answer
You simple fools
I duel your revisionism tools
You leer,
indegenous people fuc**n with cheap beer
sniffing glue,
we destroyed their world – what would you do?
My African comrades
Killed by disease and nationalism
our motherland raped and beaten by this giant mob
capitalism
Spewing fumes of death-smoke, we choke
on consumer goods
like gunpowder-fed pits,
we kill each other in our own hoods
More and more are forced to settle in the ghetto
we whore and horde to pay the rent and fill the kettle
The rich test our mettle
I'm an avalanche started by a pebble
I throw a rock at the devil
I rebel
In politics I meddle
past lives several
Esoterics,
yes, I dabble
control the rabble
false prophets praddle
the lumpen cut down like cattle
In the street we battle
the bourgeois we rattle
Lift the curse
check em down from their perch
For the truth we search at birth,
living together in harmony
I never understand why you just can't see
We'll kill you just like we did the Nazi
Let's clean the names
of the heroes the rich besmirched
Spiritualism is valid
just make it an equal portion of the salad
Life is callous
mass confusion
cats living in delusion
stalled evolution
each breath I taste pollution
no respect for women,
just a cushion for the pushin'
Lions laid and wait
and ambushes from the bushes
Watch how hard this player pushes through
in and out a pussy like a douche
he rush your tw*t like swat
he makes more than your pussy pop
leave you broken
All to say is bambaclat
I mark
rats, rapists, police agents and snitches
Subject deep lyrics vicious
pockets broke
mental riches
rathead bitches
capitalistic wishes
personal issues
You've never heard words like these
they're free so don’t say please
you're the host of the greed disease
Stay calm
smoke bomb
you better sound the alarm
Revolution's cold so dress warm
like millions of locus we swarm
the children of corn
destroy child porn
Heed to seed our plant
feel the impression of my stamp
--Comrade Zearle.
Most treacherous is not the robbery
of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture by the police.
Most dangerous is not the graft for the treason and greed.
To be caught while asleep is surely bad
surely bad is to be buried in silence
But it is not most dangerous.
To remain dumb and silent in the face of trickery
Even when just, is definitely bad
Surely bad is reading in the light of a firefly
But it is not most dangerous
Most dangerous is
To be filled with dead peace
Not to feel agony and bear it all,
Leaving home for work
And from work return home
Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.
Most dangerous is that watch
Which run on your wrist
But stand still for your eyes.
Most dangerous is that eye
Which sees all but remains frostlike,
The eye that forgets to kiss the world with love,
The eye lost in the blinding mist of the material world.
That sinks the simple meaning of visible things
And is lost in the meaning return of useless games.
Most dangerous is the moon
Which rises in the numb yard
After each murder,
But does not pierce your eyes like hot chills.
Most dangerous is the song
Which climbs the mourning wail
In order to reach your ears
And repeats the cough of an evil man
At the door of the frightened people.
Most dangerous is the night
Falling in the sky of living souls,
Extinguishing them all
In which only owls shriek and jackals growl,
And eternal darkness covers all the windows.
Most heinous is the direction
In which the sun of the soul light
Pierces the east of your body.
Most treacherous is not the
robbery of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture of police
Most dangerous is not graft taken for greed and treason.
-- Comrade Paash
