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GATHERING DUST
01:26
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FBI
01:39
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walking down the street with my sunglasses on, black hat, suit and tie, motherfuckin’ gun. log onto fb, ookin’ for muslims, I’m sitting’ on my ass all day, you’re working for someone.
I am in the FBI, it’s up to me, live or die, working for the FBI. I am in the FBI, I don’t care, live or die, working in the FBI.
Thrown out all the case files with the white supremacists, KKK, neo-nazis, all of the racists. now I trace the folks sharing online jokes, it don’t matter what you think, the system’s fuckin’ broke.
I am in the FBI, it’s up to me, live or die, working for the FBI. I am in the FBI, I don’t care, live or die, working in the FBI.
fuck the feds
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LAST ONES STANDING
01:33
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being born the first time was your first fuckin' mistake. Then you decided to be born again, you needed a second take. I believe in you like I see your views - you're both fuckin' fake. I'm glad you made, so keep your eyes peeled, I'll show you god damned snakes.
Another day goes by, you tell me all these lies, wish that you'd just curl up and die.
Got a role that's quite demanding, knowing we're the last ones standing.
You make yourself a burden upon everybody else. Your social justice can't save you from your fuckin' self. Sneak your way on all the shows and all the marquee tours. Stay the fuck away from here, cuz it ain't fuckin' yours.
Another day goes by, you tell me all these lies, had your back but I've no clue why...
Got a role that's quite demanding, knowing we're the last ones standing.
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KALASHNIKOV
02:30
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oo baby you were built to last, pull the trigger and you go so fast.
my love is all American, but I am just a dirty immigrant.
don't dare ask me what books I read,
mere suggestions are a dirty deed
in this country where there's no one free, someone could change it and it could be me.
ain't nobody know just how I feel!
cuz all I really want is some Soviet steel.
starting unions goin town to town.
a workers' movement, everyone is down.
clean my rifle with some cosmoline,
take good care of my mean machine.
I'll be like Che and Sankara too,
cuz Lenin told us what we need to do,
and kill some fascist with my commie crew.
ain't nobody know just how I feel!
cuz all I really want is some Soviet steel.
All our problems, one solution: we need a workers' revolution!
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SIEGE WARFARE
01:04
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starve 'em out, besiege their town, hub city's about, we wear the crown.
what you asked for is what we gave, now you're all beat, so try to behave.
don't listen to those trendy fools who don't know how to act!
always tryna cry and lie and stab you in the back.
I'm sad to say that in this scene, high school never ends.
Made mistakes and said some shit, but we ain't really friends.
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WAGE SLAVE
01:54
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wake up in the morning, leave my baby behind. Can't take another minute, I'm losin' my mind. I'm exhausted and no one seems to care. The look I give you, a thousand yard stare.
I am a wage slave, tryna get my pay. Put my dimes away, so I can die another day.
they say with some time, they see me goin' up. But in reality, they don't give a fuck! They'll promise you the world and work you to the bone, but at the end of the day, the compensation sucks!
I am a wage slave, tryna get my pay. Put my dimes away, so I can die another day.
Tryna find the answer why it happens to me, tryna make a world where everyone can be free.
Maybe it's cuz you can't pronounce my name, or maybe it's cuz I'll never play ya game. But maybe one day, you'll finally see, if they're promotin' anybody, it won't be me.
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verse: out again with the ultra gang, we're drinking and we're singin' on the train. out again on derby day, the boys in red are playing Bronx away. City boy tries to grab our flag. We beat him down, but I'm not tryna brag. TORCIDA IS DRUNK AGAIN TONIGHT! stay out of our way, we're always down to fight!
hook: so I spent the weekend in the borough jail. Tried to get away, but I fuckin' failed.
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VANGUARD
02:32
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said that you know best, claimed that you're the vanguard. puff out your weak chest and tell me that workin' ain't really that hard. tried to crucify the green, now it's time to self-crit. You're foolish and obscene, I'm sick and tired of all your bullshit!
What makes you so much different from the right wing? What makes you so much different from the cops? What makes you so much different from anybody else? You got no one to blame but yourselves.
You're such a fuckin' clown. you have no stake in real life. Kicked us when we were down, stabbed our backs with our own knife! Tried to crucify the green, now it's time to self crit. You're foolish and obscene, I'm sick and tired of all your bullshit.
What makes you so much different from the right wing? What makes you so much different from the cops? What makes you so much different from anybody else? You got no one to blame but yourselves.
Born in opulence, you're a petit-bourgeois. Sittin' on a fence, everyone can see right through ya!
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