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No Shelter
The main attraction - distraction got ya number than nnumber than numb Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin
that What ya need is what they sellin Make you think that buyin is rebellin From the theaters to malls on every shore Tha
thin line between entertainment and war The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here Speilberg the nightmare
works so push it far Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred Memory erased, burned and scarred Trade
in ya history for a VCR
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream
they got ya searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here Tha frontline
is everywhere
Hospitals not profit full Yet market bulls got pockets full To advertise some hip disguise View
tha world from American eyes Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more Tha thin line between entertainment and war They
fix the need, develop the taste Buy their products or get laid to waste Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon And
Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler To keep ya eyes off the real killer
Cinema,
simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for Tha thin
line between entertainment and war
American eyes, American eyes.... View the world from American eyes Bury the
past, rob us blind And leave nothin behind
Just stare Relive the nightmare.
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Hadda Be Played On a Jukebox (JFK)
It had to be flashin' like the daily double It had to be playin' on TV It had to be loud mouthed on the
comedy hour It had to be announced over loud speakers
The CIA and Mafia are in cahoots
It had to be said
in old ladies' language It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed
by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers
from Cuba working with a big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth
It
had to be moaned over factory foghorns It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in
the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting
It had to be howled on the streets by
newsboys to bus conductors It had to be foghorned into New York harbor It had to echo onto hard hats It had to turn
up the volume in university ballrooms
It had to be written in library books, footnoted It had to be in the headlines
of the Times and the mind It had to be barked on TV It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors
It had
to be played on wire services It had to be bells ringing Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas
It
had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends, reported
Time magazine
It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba, Bay of Pigs and poison assassination
headlines
It had to be dope cops in the Mafia Who sold all their heroin in America
It had to be the FBI and
organized crime working together in cahoots against the commies
It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers World-wide
laundry for organized criminal money
It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together They were bigger than
Nixon And they were bigger that war
It had to be a large room full of murder It had to be a mounted ass- a solid
mass of rage A red hot pen A scream in the back of the throat
It had to be a kid that can breathe It had to
be in Rockefellers' mouth It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia It had to be organized
crime
One big set of gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen Murderers everywhere
The secret The
drunk The brutal The dirty rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons Industrial cancer Plutonium smog Garbage
cities
Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment
It had to be the rulers They wanted law and order And
they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo
They wanted junkies They wanted Attica They wanted Kent
State They wanted war in Indochina
It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI
Multinational capitalists Strong
armed squads Private detective agencies for the rich And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes
It
had to be capitalism The vortex of this rage This competition Man to man
The horses head in a capitalists'
bed The Cuban turf It rumbles in hitmen And gang wars across oceans
Bombing Cambodia settled the score when
Soviet pilots manned Egyptian fighter planes
Chiles' red democracy Bumped off with White House pots and pans
A
warning to Mediterranean governments
The secret police have been embraced for decades
The NKPD and CIA keep
each other's secrets The OGBU and DIA never hit their own The KGB and the FBI are one mind
Brute force and full
of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money Brute force, world-wide,
and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
It had to be rich and it had to be powerful They
had to murder in Indonesia 500,000 They had to murder in Indochina 2,000,000 They had to murder in Czechoslovakia They
had to murder in Chile They had to murder in Russia
And they had to murder in America
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Fuck The Police
Good Evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
Here's
something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, and it goes
something like this.
Fuck tha police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And
not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha
one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe
in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my
car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me
and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To
mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water.
A young nigga on a warpath, And when I'm
finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Yo, I got somethin to say. Fuck the police, Comon!
Off, What? Fuck the police, Yeah! Comon! Fuck tha police, Yeah.
Fuck The police, Comin straight
from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the
authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To
be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With
a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd
rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished,
bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water.
I don't know if
they fags or what, Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get
none. But don't let it be a black and a white one. Cuz they slam ya down to the street top, Black police showin out
for the white cop.
Yeah, my brothas will swarm, On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform. Just cuz we in Washington
D.C, punk police are afraid of me. Hey!
Punk on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of
cops, dyin in L. A.
Hey yo, We got somethin to say. Fuck the police, Comon, sing that shit, Right now, Comon! Comon! One
more time, Here we go, here we go, Comon! One More, We gotta do it, right now, Yeah, Check it out.
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Can't Kill the Revolution
Maynard: Living on the street shores He didn't learn and wanted children Said, "What is there left to stay alive
for?" He doesn't wanna see it..
Maynard: He didn't wanna deal with it Here they come, feelings that come as
natural Whatever left, he considered a loss, y'all He doesn't wanna see it...
Maynard: Running away, getting
some kinda cure "What is there left to keep him alive?" she said Give him your love, give him your love to save him Give
him your love, give him your love to save him
Maynard: Give him your love, give him your love to save him Don't
run away, give him your love to save him Give him your love, give him your love to save him Give him your love...
Zack
2x: You can kill the revolutionary But you can't kill the revolution Zach & Maynard 2x: You can kill the revolutionary But
you can't kill the revolution
Zack: Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves Promote feelings of such
hopelessness, powerlessness Suicide or a slower death from addiction seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
Maynard: Running...
Zack: Lies,
negative indoctrination of our good selves Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness Suicide or a slower death
from addiction seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
Zack: Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the
pain Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
Zack 2x: You can kill the revolutionary But you can't
kill the revolution Zack & Maynard 4x: You can kill the revolutionary But you can't kill the revolution
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Zapata's Blood
Zapata's blood Wasn't spilt in vain So now the most poor wage war To reclaim their name
Zapata's
blood
Wasn't spilt in vain
So now the most poor wage war To reclaim their terrain
On January 1st ,
1994 The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico Declared war on an unjust and illegitimate government
Out of
the debt of the most wild, the most poor Came a just arm struggle for democracy, justice, and liberty And it won't
stop until that 65 year old dictatorship, the Partido Revolucionario Institucional (Institutional Revolutionary Party)
is buried in the ground and the people's voice is heard once again
Yeah
So check it out: On January
1st, of 94 they became known as the Zapatista movement And they have a saying, and I want you all to sing along
with me real quick. It goes something like this It goes everything for everyone... and nothing for ourselves. Everything
for everyone, and nothing for ourselves. Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves. Everything for everyone,
and nothing for ourselves. Yeah, sing that shit... Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves. Everything
for everyone, and nothing for ourselves. Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves. Everything for everyone,
and nothing for ourselves...
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