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ANTI-FLAG lyrics - The Terror State

Death Of A Nation

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When all you need was a little motivation They pointed fingers and yelled dead generation When all you need was a little care You get nothing but an old white hair bland stare Have you ever needed an ounce of love And all you got was a whole lot of fucked So say your prayers It's the death of a nation Say your prayers For the dead generation Condescending broad generalizations Get real old real fast Just because most hippies and their parents have sold out Does not mean that you, your children and their kids won't last... So say your prayers It's the death of a nation Say your prayers For the dead generation Agressivness is godliness Combativness is holiness Destructiveness is faithfullness Deadliness is devoutness Praying to a god that they created And know damn well does not exist... We find them on their knees

Go Now Your Lord Is Dead

Deicide "Scars Of The Crucifix"
Holy bible, instrument of death, book of fools and ignorance Without a trace, to the other side, faith in god atlas has died. Aged and faded, Christianity, dying down in it's disease, Heaven hated, never know his love, leave you where you have begun, Testaments to the contradiction, death to you for the souls you save, unify his masses. Sacrifice to the crucifixion; you deserved to die this way, Go now your lord is dead. Human failure, Christians crucified, on the cross of Christ design, God's creation, rule this world with lies, and the truth will leave you blind, No more Jesus, evil axe to grind, choose the path that we desire. Christ religion, genocide is near watch your churches disappear. Condescending ancient wisdom, solitude begot this day, The light surpassing, Without a place of worship, the sheep have been displaced, Go now your lord is dead

Clown Love

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "Forgotten Freshness Vol. 2"
(Teacher) J do you have a Halloween story for the class? (Violent J) Y y yeah um there was this boy and he lived in his house and he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um when he woke up he was buried up to his head in the dirt and he couldn't move and this man came walking along but instead of the man helping him out the man just started kicking him and kicking him in his face, over and over, and then he got the lawnmower, and then he..... Dick or treat, bon appetit All the little kiddies running down my street Gathering candy treats door to door But they walk past mine, what for? Probably 'cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real Real human heads carved out with steel Cut out the eyes, man, it takes but a minute Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it Maybe they run 'cuz I take 'em inside Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died Little boys laugh, 'cuz they think it's just a dummy But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy Open your bags and I'll give you my treat Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years Starving and weakening, chained to a wall Staring at a roach, hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes, my little friends, it's a Dead Pumpkins Halloween (Shaggy 2 Dope) Awwwwwwwwww, yeah, it's that special time of year, boys and girls, so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your pantysacks so I can shit in it, you beeeeeyitch!!!!! (Violent J) Well, I love all the kiddies, but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door dressed as a clown 'Cuz you never know, I might take it the wrong way 'Cuz I'm the real wicked juggalokaro Violent J All year 'round, but I love my Halloween You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack Peeking out my door, I see no children in sight Perhaps they're all dead, yesterday was Devil's Night They burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charred I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard Hungry bellies, I can see where you're at Sitting on my window, I can turn into a bat Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed I crash through the window and land on your head Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone But now, I must leave, Mother's calling me home Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scene Peace to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween (Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags, only I'm gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style, muthafucka!!!!! (Violent J) Detroit's in this bitch!!!!!

Concrete Schoolyard

JURASSIC 5 "Jurassic 5"
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg The contribution is clear You add water to bone And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone Now if you like the tone And how the harmony's done And the sucka mc's die before they've begun Well I'd like to know if You've got the notion Cause we're number one I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours I'm just on some other shit I'm all about the beats and the lyrics So when you hear it you can feel it The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit No interference we persevere The purpose is clear We're here to leave your ear hurtin severe You're lurking in fear Cause we take it back like robbin loxly Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel Its not about the bills That's not keeping it real A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot game of death Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat Recline and take a seat So ah... [Chorus:] Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic Rap shit from Jurassic [2X] Now I walk from Tranzania Earthquake Transalvania And on my way I kicked a whole through the wall of China Just to get the right blend Cause its schizophrenic of the pathway to livin I fell into the deep end You shouldn't have told me The pyramids can hold me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your beats pull out your cuts Give us a mic, whatup And we goin tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sun down Like picking cotton The nutty professor science droppin Rockin Robbin's hood From New York to Compton Me and my three sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum [Chorus 2X] Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y Do or die Anti-illumaniti, why Do the liquid from my vocals Make the ghetto start swimming Forever winning I'm in it Like Medolark Lemon I get goose bumps When the baseline thumps A sucka MC freestyle He had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attach' Briefcase in this case The victor is no way Ah, ah the tool spinners Cooking the full dinner Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's When is it the academy Rattling your anatomy That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day When labels pay our way 2na what you say when MC's come to play Man fe dead Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparing your intellect before your final nap So ah... [Chorus 2X] You got beef now watch how I settle it I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development I'm eloquent When it comes to digital display I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style Cause I'm a lyrical chef I gets mines to the death Cause I be cookin From here to Brooklyn Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman On Good Times When I rhyme I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment I live in America but fuck this government A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead While y'all drink the similack My rhymes are breast-fed No artificial nipples I flip the real skills I thought I told you once I kick the lyrical windmills And backspin Benedict Strictly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow don't get offended Come and get with it Comprehended when I kick it I represent the real From the beginning to the end of it

The Gettysburg Address

JOHNNY CASH "America: A 200-Year Salute In Story And Song"
"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate - we can not consecrate - we can not hallow - this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us - that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain - that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."

Muerte

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[Ikon the Hologram] A to the eye of the storm Rappers just battle me for the glory It gets gory They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story Bury his body in Missouri Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories My territory, perimeter of pergatory Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click Circulatory Causing head spasms Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness Death is upon us We slam like Adrian Adonis Swarm onto pure blood like malicious pirahnas Islamic farmers, no contender is parallel When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7L So where I dwell, without question rattles the league Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax [break] [Jus Allah] I inhale toxins Drunk off blood from dead cops and The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in Side corba clutch, only truth can sober us Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us Only 10 percent that's controlling us Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas Dodgin' the pits and chariots out to bury us Jus Allah don't make threats Leave your fuckin' necks clipped Had you speakin' the manual alphabet Seeing' me is death not repeated or done twice I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland Infect you Inject you with the gunpowder pegs Indent your forehead with hot lead Whether in the abode of the dead Or resting in the Zions A lost day chasing the doe, like wild lions Unchained tearin' your flesh we unfed Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily bread

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