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Aus-Rotten lyrics - ...And Now Back To Our Programming

World Bank

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Third world is plagued by poverty and the world bank is the cause An instrument of transnational companies to overule domestic laws Serving merely as a weapon for american foreign policy leverage Starvation is considered an effective repayment incentive The initiating step in US planned destabilizaion Is extorting money by economic manipulation With world bank interference development is prevented Their actions differ greatly from the compassionate image that's presented Restructuring the world ecomomy is the world bank and the IMF Benefitting the richest countries while developing nations are bled to death The third world is descended so deeply into debt that their economies can't function The demand for outrageous interest force these countries to increase production Ecuador is forced to porduce more oil to repay all it's debt This strain upon the ecosystem's an environmental threat Rainforests have been ravished for iron smelting i Brazil Ten million people have been forced from the land the world bank steal Structural adjustment programs have pushed Peru to poverty While many African nations suffer from extreme austerity Restructuring the world economy is the world bank and the IMF Benefitting the richest countries while developing nations are bled to death Establishing puppet dictators whose actions are devestating The world's economists line their pockets with the regimes that they're creating They're the power watchdog security guarding where first world interests lie They slash and burn the rainforests or build another dam They systematically drive the indigenous people off of their land They've paved the way for industry to legally cease resources By imposing the political policies their leashed tyrant enforces Restructuring the world economy is the world bank and the IMF Benefitting the richest countries while developing nations are bled to death

Bug Zapper

AESOP ROCK "Cat Food"
[Verse 1:] The first step is a doozy, it's roulette with a mood ring The birth of an old slang, the death of a new speak A permanent post-game, a spitter with bridge trolls Skirting the copay, divvy the death toll Maneuverable codenames, alerted and mobile Familiar rising, and furnacing cold piles Resilient style kings, impossibly tantrum Wandering wild things, obelisk phantoms On linoleum or lava, leaders of a leadfoot fauna His left source blunt force trauma Not pillar of the commune, a splinter off the pagan Who vote off the elusiveness of truth and exultation From the point of view of students labeled putrid little aphids By the beautiful and cryogenic stasis Sadists, meanwhile makers of a hideous whatnot Committed to a lowdown Sisyphus up-rock Are shaving at a truck stop, aging exponentially Homie, no myth flowers grow where he piss And I still row boats outta bottles without abandon To shrink into the sunset bumping Pachelbel's Canon In D motherfucker, the author of the artistry May or may not be weeping to an automated pharmacy Hello. Hello? Shit [Hook:] Too geeked up to even keep it down Too peaced out to even be around Too beat up to even breathe it out (Too freaked out to even leave your house) [x5] [Verse 2:] You wish you could dance more, I wish you would talk less My gentleman transformed, to bringers of offed heads Moments of land war, my Lazarus species Tattered and bruised up, from back in the cheap seats Hackers on crew cuts, foam at the mush mouth Gag at the news truck, notably unsound Dragging his clown shoes, food on his moustache Raggedy hounds tooth, zilch on a bus pass I'm good, house at the beach of expelled hubcaps Black lawn, backyard melting into Lovecraft Bad yarn spun by the hum of the bug zapper Of kings becoming runners, and runts becoming alphas And underdogs with posters of a front-side Tony Alva On the sticker laden walls above their uncle's Bowie albums Graduate to flyers of an execrated sigil And live to see another sexy generation fizzle Out, keep rap homely Bear claw slippers, over-sized Billy Joel tee Fat-faced, potbelly, neckbeard, crow's feet Rat nest, gross teeth, pock marks, goatee I walk with Hawaii on the greenscreen behind me So even the awkward pauses feel inviting Standing at a landmark sleep drought keep out Can't talk now too freaked out [Hook]

Microphone Fiend

Eric B. Rakim "Follow The Leader"
Verse one: I'm rated R ...this is a warning ya better void Poets are paranoid DJ's D stroyed Cuz I came back to attack others in spite Strike like lightnin' It's quite frightenin'! But don't be afraid in the dark in a park Not a scream or a cry or a bark more like a spark; Ya tremble like a alcoholic muscles tighten up What's that lighten up! You see a sight but Suddenly you feel like your in a horror flick, You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick! Music's the clue, when I come your warned, Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone! Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer? This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a death wish, so come on, step to this hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist! Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, you come in my realm ya get beat! This is off limits, so your visions are blurry, All ya see is the meters at a volume, pumping Lyrics of Fury! it's a ....fearified freestyle! Terror in the styles, never error-files, indeed I'm known-your exiled! For those that oppose to be level or next to this... I ain't a devil and this ain't the Exorcist! worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink, the pain's a migraine every time ya think, Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear: The R-A-K-I-M in your ear; Then the beat is hysterical, that makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack, soon the lyrical format is superior, faces of death remain, MC's decaying, cuz they never stayed, the scene of a crime every night at the show, the fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know, It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable, melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable, a horn if want the style I posses, I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest, for those that envy a MC it can be, hazardous to your health so be friendly, a matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch, shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next, after the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, if not, my soul'll release! the scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it, cuz your about to see a disasterous sight, a performance never again performed on a mic: Lyrics of fury! a fearified freestyle! the R is in the house-too much tension! Make sure the system's loud when I mention Phrases that's fearsome... You want to hear some sounds that not only pounds but please your eardrums; I sit back and observe the whole scenery, then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me, strictly business I'm quickly in this mood, and I don't care if the whole crowd's a witness! I'm a tear you apart but I'm a spare you a heart, program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start, rhythm's out of the radius, insane as the craziest musical madness MC ever made, see it's now an emergency, open-heart surgery... open your mind, you will find every word'll be furier than ever, I remain the furture, battle's tempting...whatever suits ya! For words the sentence, there's no resemblance, you think you're ruffer, then suffer the consequences! I'm never dying-terrifying results, I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts, mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation, novicane ease the pain it might save him, if not, Eric B.'s the judge, the crowd's the jury... How do I plead to homicide? Lyrics of Fury! they're getting furier! a fearified freestyle!

Freezing Torment

Incubus (Brazil) "Beyond The Unknown"
[Lyrics: Francis, Moyses/Music: Francis] Peaceful mission thru the air Suddenly caught unware Panic rises, lives in despair Fasten the seat belts, praying to survive All the memories of their lives Flashes thru their minds As the emergency landing is occuring at the time To the cold, white deserted ground Shock occurs in the violent crash It's a morbid nightmare Bodies torn to an unnatural position Mutilated until unrecognazable form [Lead] Survivors trapped, afflicted pain Of body and mind, screaming for help Undergoing tremendous feelings of death Agony Misfortune Misery Tragedy Torment It all adds to an unpleasant destiny Famish Extreme hunger Nourishment supplies ran out Organism weakens each moment Cannibalistic action the only way [Lead] Crying to god for forgiveness As the slices of flesh are being devoured From the dead corpses There's no choice Either choose life or death Lowring themselves to a point They would never thought to get A living inferno where rational thoughts became repulsive A place where the living needed the dead Shocked by the scars of terror A memory that they will never forget For the victims of the freezing torment

16 On Death Row

2PAC "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)"
Death Row That's where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where they find me 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my cell, is 16 as well It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell I shouldn'ta let him catch me Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin on the poor, and how can these people judge me They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan to keep a nigga in the state pen And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin for the chair [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row

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

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