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Animal Farm
01:48
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Asleep for years, awake for an hour—from an iron maiden, to a dungeon. “Alive and well,” said the pig to the cow//kick the dog and it will bite back.
Ain’t got no sympathy for white amerika or their police—when I see a car in the streets, fire for the bourgeoisie//I laugh and play gleefully, shake my ass sarcastically. It’s not what you wanted, it’s not what you think, it’s not an accident, it’s necessary.
Shut it down//Liberate now.
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Zionista Ad Absurdum
01:14
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Do you really feel you can create a state for your diaspora? Disperse a people for a dispersed people, because of your divine right//reclaim a land for an unclaimed land.
If you have the right, then they have the right, so it’s time to reclaim Africa.
If you have the right, then they have the right, so it’s time to reclaim America.
If you have the right, then I have the right, so build me a fucking Island.
If you have the right, then they have right, so get the fuck out of Palestine.
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Predator
01:25
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Never gonna see//never gonna believe//never gonna think//never gonna dream you’re what the people need//never gonna see you and safety//never gonna believe comes with sympathy//never gonna think.
Sneaky mother fuckers and cowards wait in the dark—arm extensions with power, where do I start?
Predator status//(state) executionsist.
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Sexy
01:28
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Gotta dress, make up, and high heels—gender is not fashion.
Gender is not a fashion.
Dress up in your sexiest clothes//wanna be painted like one of those French girls.
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Deathmonger
01:46
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1953, 1973, Iran and Chile//Saudi Arabia, Syria. Occupier nations stands on moral justification//City on the hill//Blood bloooood blood dripping from their teeth.
It’s time to confront the actions of your government—their manipulation and destruction. Generations living under dirty regimes//chaos breeding terrorist building. I’ve got my fingers pointed at you//no authority for the warmonger.
Terrorist murders.
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Residente Tierra
02:30
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We’ve got some friends, and we live live live live above them. Arbitrary lines and we don’t cross them//false notions and lies—where your compassion ends//a southern nation—bordered, squashed, and hidden. The politician said,
“They’re bugs, stomp ‘em out for me.”
It’s sick how you lie to children—fed a virus and a killer instinct. Small pox blanket infection//Andrew Jackson’s deadly deception.
Grab a friend smash border control.
If it sounds violent, that’s because it is.
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