A little something i did for "Artificial Factz" and an English assignment on the horror that partook at Auschwitz against the Jews by the Nazis..solid, powerful message about Hitler and his plan to rid an enitre race
This Jace EJ: Just Another Cunning Emcee Everyone Jealous and i'm AKA Yurs Trulie. I'm a new hungry artist and ii'm only 15 years oldan i got my own style and bring my own unique flavour. I'm gonna have both my old stuff from my first covertape "Yurs Trulie: GIS D GIT (Get It Straight Don't Get It Twisted)" and a few tracks from my upcoming mixtape entitled "Aritificial Factz". I've changed up my whole flow, and style. I don't cuss on my tracks anymore but my old ones have lots of swearing. I'm currently rolling solo and keepin real...just doin me...hope you enjoy.
Story behind the song
it was an english assignment we had to do after visiting the holocaust museum in toronto on a class trip. we were supposed to write a reflection journal/poem/rap/song and i chose to do a rap and told my teacher i'll record it.
Lyrics
It all started with a dream of the perfect race
So he tried to extinguish a race for a worthless case
He would move at a perfect pace
So he could destroy the lives of many with a burst of rage
He had a tongue for murder and his buds were tasteless
Face it; the face of his new race was faceless
They were to all look the same
Be gone of the Jews, Catholics, homosex and the mentally lame
The physically disabled, were not able
To change their cards on the table, instead they were labeled
And fabled to be everything less than perfection
Divided them into groups and killed them per section
Detection of prejudice was more than obvious
At most seven mill Jews slaughtered at Auschwitz
At the bold, cold hands of the Nazis
It was more than crystal clear to them that their future was blotchy
Take a second and imagine
A horror so horrible that many of us today can’t believe it happened
Jews comin’ in cargo trains, dead or alive
Stripped of the clothes off their hides, possessions and pride
They couldn’t hide from the eye of evil
That saw all imperfections and judged the culture of a people
Had them doin’ hard labour, till they were beggin’ for their Saviour
Couldn’t even talk with their neighbour
Without gettin’ lashed or gashed or smashed or bashed
Or dragged naked for a bath, when they were really getting’ gassed
To death in gas chambers
When that steel door closed, they didn’t know what would hit ‘em
So much dead, rottin’ bodies they didn’t know where to fit ‘em
But they knew how to get ‘em to work, and knew how to sit ‘em on dirt
And knew how to kill ‘em at birth, and knew how to let ‘em be hurt
Man, I’m tellin’ you first
Pers-onally I’d rather breathe in a hearse
Than go through what they did and live, but some died with the burns
Of scorching, hot flames sizzlin’ their flesh in the oven
Burnt alive by hate, it came across as nothing
Most of our medical procedures and treatments alike
Are here at the cost of a few hundred Jews a night
Lives taken and played with it as if meaningless
Devoured by the jaws of darkness, put on its feeding list
Derivation of food, rights, but amputations
Were performed unwillingly, at the hands who waitin’
To rid the Jews, and seek world domination
And so we pray for these souls, lost in that abomination
It ended in ’45, and so this’ll end at bar 45
