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They Don't Protect You

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the rich control the world's economic state creating poverty for their own sake poverty breeds crime, that threatens you so you support the police in what ever they do you give up your rights don't you know the truth? it makes no difference they.. don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you! and that's the truth! this police state only benefits the rich because the cops give them power to keep us all quiet with police disguised as the guardians of the masses we'll never suspect their role is to save the rich bastards! you're all complacent you're totally fooled you bought the system's lies but they.. don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you! you've been taught to eat the "complacency brand" fed to you by your rich slave masters hand you don't need to stand against this covert class war because you're brainwashed in the laws some old rich bastard's wrote! and the police would kill you if they could that's their job, no they.. don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you! don't protect you!

Dope Man

JAY-Z "Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter"
(feat. Serena Altschul) [*sound of a camera taking a picture*] [Jay] Millenium flow [MTV] Serena Altschul's here live outside the criminal courthouse [Jay] This is {bullshit} y'all [MTV] in New York City for the first day in the trial of [Jay] I'm gone [*car speeds off*] [MTV] the State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z [Jay] Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh [MTV] Whatever the verdict in this trial may be the effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide [Jay-Z] Aiyyo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice or witness to me killin the track Testify 'til me spillin the smack Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack [Hook:] They call me Dope Man, Dope Man I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man A broke man, approachin the bench with intent to bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man Evidence stemmin from ninety-six They say the world ain't recovered from his fix While they was usin cut I was on some other shit Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it Nowaday, the jury got they brow raised Listenin to testimony about my foul ways Exhibit A: 'Reasonable Doubt' They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out [MTV] You can feel the tension building here as an unprecedented number of people have turned out for what may be the 'Trial of the Century' [Hook] [Jay-Z] How come, you label your brand of dope 'Volume 1' and spread it through the slums Fed it to the young with total disregard Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge And how could you, turn right around and release a lethal dosage called 'Volume 2' And is true you operate the criminal enterprise known as Roc-a-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise And do you deny you're responsible for the demise of record execs, and do you object Your distribution's Polygram, and through your connects Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons And we ain't gon' talk about Murder, Inc. That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link [MTV] The State is seeking the maximum penalty and with the overwhelming amount of evidence the D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good [Hook] [MTV] Despite the grim outlook at this point the rapper has been known to emerge triumphant in the face of adversity [Hook] [MTV] Jay-Z is taking the stand [Jay-Z] Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors Keep us spiralin, goin backwards At age nine, saw my first hate crime Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine The soul of Mumia in this modern day time [MTV] While the jury is inside deliberating outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation [Hook] [MTV] Well the verdict has just been announced: NOT GUILTY! It is complete pandemonium out here! [Hook; Serena keeps speaking] People are cheering and hugging - there he is Jay-Z is exiting the courtroom right now There is a swarm of cameras surrounding him [*pop bulbs flashing*] and people are just rushing up to him Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z! [*sounds of cameras keep flashing*, *music fades*]

Eat The Rich

AEROSMITH "Get A Grip"
Well I woke up this morning On the wrong side of the bed And how I got to thinkin' About all those things you said About ordinary people And how they make you sick And if callin' names kicks back on you Then I hope this does the trick 'Cause I'm a sick of your complainin' About how many bills And I'm sick of all your bitchin' Bout your poodles and your pills And I just can't see no humour About your way of life And I think I can do more for you With this here fork and knife [Chorus:] Eat the Rich: there's only one thing they're good for Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more Eat the Rich: I gotta get this off my chest Eat the Rich: take one bite now, spit out the rest So I called up my head shrinker And I told him what I'd done Said you'd best go on a diet Yeah I hope you have some fun And a don't go burst a bubble On the rich folks who get rude 'Cause you won't get in no trouble When you eats that kinda food Now their smokin' up the junk bonds And then they go get stiff And they're dancin' in the yacht club With Muff and Uncle Biff But there's one good thing that happens When you toss your pearls to swine Their attitudes may taste like shit But go real good with wine [Chorus] Wake up kid, it's half past your youth Ain't nothin' really changes but the date You a grand slammer, but you no Babe Ruth You gotta learn how to relate Or you'll be swingin' from the pearly gate Now you got all the answers, low and behold You got the right key baby but the wrong key ho, yo Believe in all the good things That money just can't buy Then you won't get no belly ache From eatin' humble pie I believe in rags to riches Your inheritence won't last So take your Grey Poupon my friend And shove it up your ass! [Chorus] Eat the Rich: there's only one thing they're good for Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more Eat the Rich: don't stop me now I'm goin' crazy Eat the Rich: that's my idea of a good time baby

Never Land

ANDY MINEO "Never Land"
[Intro: Marz] Looking in the distance I'm dreaming of a world for us When the moons align We'll map out a journey for you and I For you and I For you and I [Hook: Marz] In the night, I'm alone Without you, I'm drifting on When you take my hand I'm so high up I'll never land Up, up, up, up, up I'll never land [Verse 1: Andy Mineo] Aye, look Everybody wanna be on top I don't think they know what that means Once you get there you can't stop Everybody gunning for ya spot Aiming at ya team, I'm up all night, chasing dreams Everything change when you go from seeing it all Big screen to behind the scenes Leading us on like this the life they lead You know the rich and famous Kill theyself to stay rich and famous Very same thing they they built they name with Be the same thing they they be enslaved with So, I don't want rap you can have that I don't want the crown yo I'm aiming past that Heading for another throne can't have that It's a Kingdom where my Dads at And I'm his son I sing on So death won't have that last laugh Huh, child of a King, royalty That's ASCAP They want glory, money, and power before you go I promise you it's empty we aiming just way too low I know we own things we don't need to impress people we don't know Then we go broke trying to look rich I can't do it, I just won't My new goal is to be close to the one that made my soul man Them other highs will gon' let you down I'm trying to get so high I'll Never Land [Hook] [Verse 2: Andy Mineo] I am Rufio with the ripped jeans Uhh, Kool Moe with the 16's In the studio, Michelangelo with a microphone writing Sistines But these songs ain't for the chapel Try to build with others, your own attack you Try to be a light and them blowing the match you lit Can't use a shotgun to catch a fish I'm on using a different tactic Call me a boom-baptist Look at this rap cat with glasses Cooking the track And every time I look at my past I laugh like "Heh", you know where I should have been at? Nowadays I just want to make a classic Trying to set the bar way above the average Then smash that for the glory of God And do rappers like Apple: leave them without Jobs Sitting on the writer's block Penning everything that happening and out of ever since the album dropped Things changed, get the feeling they won't stop I don't want to grow up, Neverland got no clocks But, let me give them bars and no shots To catch em, I got a message about a blessing But it's written in cursive You gonna face death I know the one to reverse it, listen [Bridge: Andy Mineo] When I say I get so high I ain't even talking about sticky no lie The way up is down Stay low to the ground and you close to the clouds When I say I get so high I ain't even talking about sticky no lie The way up is down Stay low to the ground and you close to the clouds For real, though [Hook]

Prot Moi

PLACEBO
C'est le malaise du moment L'épidémie qui s'étend La fête est finie on descend Les pensées qui glaces la raison Paupières baissées, visage gris Surgissent les fantômes de notre lit On ouvre le loquet de la grille Du taudit qu'on appelle maison Protect me from what I want Protect me from what I want Protect me form what I want Protect me Protect me Protège-moi, protège-moi {x4} Sommes nous les jouets du destin Souviens toi des moments divins Planants, éclatés au matin Et maintenant nous sommes tout seul Perdus les rêves de s'aimer Le temps où on avait rien fait Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer Et maintenant nous sommes tout seul Protect me from what I want Protect me from what I want Protect me from what I want Protect me Protect me Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi) Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi) Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi) Protect me Protect me Protège-moi, protège-moi {x2} Protect me from what I want Protect me from what I want Protect me from what I want Protect me Protect me {x3} Protect me Protect me, protège-moi

Outta State

AKINYELE "Vagina Diner"
[Extra P] Yeah.. yeah.. everything's real! Chorus: Akinyele I got all my life to live and I got so much love to give But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state I'm ready to make papes outta state, man I got all my life to live and I got so much love to give But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state I'm ready to make papes outta state [Akinyele] Ak to the Nel to the LE, I'm tryin hard as hell to pick my future before my future picks me Twenty-one years of AGE, not with minimum WAGE Don't ever seem like I'ma get paid rhymin on the STAGE College, I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here I don't seem to meet financial aid requirements Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would I get out? Seems like I'm pushin yo a hip-hop bid At home the vibes don't feel right My parents keep lookin at me as if I'm some type of parasite My moms seperated from her spouse The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house That means gettin off my ASS, makin immediate CASH That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic CAST I get road maps, learned the interstate Shit I'm headed out state to make papes; man Chorus [Akinyele] I'm ready to get up on a scam trip The I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip! First I need a crackhead with a credit card So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car Just make sure that it's black And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin back I'm goin one deep, in the driver's seat Throwin the vegetarian book cause I'm ready for beef I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit of HEAT, better known as a burner on the STREET Cool, I got the keys to the CAR Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn up on the TAR, I'm out to get money real FAR I hear my moms voice, {singing} I'm wishin on a star!! But I got to go far ma! {sing} But I could wonder where you are! On the streets just DELIVERIN, packages so I can just relax and get some type of LIVIN Think that it is when it ISN'T Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein GIVEN Man, like heck, and when I get back I'ma rip up them welfare checks I got a new nine to five mom, so don't wait up late My job's located outta state Chorus [Akinyele] I reached my destiny and my goal I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol If everything goes well I'm in it to win it I'm tryin to find a hotel so I can rest up for a minute A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns fear me up and down cause they really don't know me But all my hits, I see them scopin out the clip They wanna get open, I can let shit rip! Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nicks Step into my house made of bricks My man gave me work, home on credit You think that I'm comin back? Tch, black he can forget it Cause I got moves to BAKE, no time to be FAKE Bad enough gotta watch out for a SNAKE called JAKE Money nonstop, kept in the hush At twelve o'clock, I'ma catch, huh, the midnight bus And watch the dough flow like water I'm not Taco Bell but hell I'ma make a run for the border I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alone A calling card number, so I could phone home to let my people know my mission went great on my great escape to outta state Rest in peace to my little brother Donnie Boy Rest in peace to my man Rakim Rest in peace to my man, named Understanding Rest in peace, umm, to Atiba Rest in peace to my man Wilson from Exena Street Rest in peace, to all my other peeps Also rest in peace, to my man T-Bone You know I ain't forget you Yeah yeah, and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm OUT!! *echoes*

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