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check this...no check this…
attack russia, i'm still pissed about rodney king.
destroy malaysia, had enough of your deceptions.
kick canada out the union, they've been unpatriotic.
france, britain, germany...shut up.
everybody knows indigenous people are the real terrorists...
sexism's coming back and everybody's a victim,
marxism is on a rise
16 year old kids with t-shirts featuring joseph stalin.
racial prejudice is as strong as it ever was,
i'm so proud to be american.
can't wait 'til arnold declares a police state, if he don't i will.
my people been to uppity for their own good
disrespecting capitol hill.
george bush ain't no caesar, but neither was lawrence ferlinghetti
the patriot act wasn't so bad i feel safer already.
this is no time to be soft handed,
the end of the world draws near.
most liberals would have you feeding indians
and kissing up to those people that we've been killing over the years.
it's always the minority that breeds too much
and wants it all to stop but the other 99 percent…a spoiled crop.
press people, here's an easy quotable.
"the cat in the hat thought it was phat when art rap
never got to make its comeback
'cause rap is a gap add
and the ghosts of sugar hill seem to support that."
journalism degrees turn to state news agencies
and the publicist's best wishes
if you went to school to be a writer.
advertising rates are going up, subscriptions are doubling.
all we had to do was put jessica simpson, with tattoos,
in a che guevara t-shirt on the cover.
receptacles are as dumbed down as they're supposed to be.
the choir gets smart and then the preacher goes to jail.
the choir turns to wage slaves,
the preacher shows up in the neighborhood working for the d.e.a.
nothing changes except the bomb recipients,
for immigrants wage slavery is an improvement.
for 20 year old girls with mysterious cancer in the lymph nodes
see the benefits of genetically modified foods from rednecks.
bombing villages is democracy in action.
anti-war protestors, go back to work, save up vacation time,
one less olive tree a day but don't sit in a cubicle.
please lay off everyone, americans don't like working.
reinvade ireland, we need more potatoes, exploiting what's there.
is life here really worth saving?
if not i shall dance myself to death.
i'd be more than happy to export my rapping to a 13 year old kid in thailand.
war is peace
freedom is slavery
jesus is justice
alienation is camaraderie
peace is for the bourgeois
war is for the workers
another black hawk down.
high and mighty as they built the walls,
beauty will always slip through cracks accidentally.
no eye contact, walk to work with your head down.
this silence speaks louder than voices you strangle today.
simple ideas require repetition.
today we give way to convenience.
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