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bush iraq text paranoid 911 cracker rap marcynic
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Honky Rap, dropped over various instrumentals, with minimal production. Lyrics are well written, poorly recorded, and delivered to you the way that music ought
Marcynic is the 2nd stage evolutionary step for a central cali emcee who is continuously trying to upgrade the skills. With politically driven lyrics sprinkled with hypothetical battle punch-lines, you can laugh your way through all of the tracks, as you ask yourself, 'what makes this guy think he's nice?' Then when the answer becomes apparent, you can go make a sandwich, with real sand. Bitch.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #4,094
Peak in subgenre #301
Author
Marcynic
Uploaded
November 16, 2004
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I write white-hot thoughts in the cool of the night and dream about being more than just a fool with a mic... but i suppose if i focus and work it, that practice can get me just a little bit closer to perfect im not sure what to do, but we do need another plan, i thought only nazi's and commies used words like 'motherland', 'fatherland', 'homeland' - we currently speak... urgent emergency? nah, you're just a security breach you chose the rose colored view, so dont come cryin pissed, when the velvet glove comes off to expose an iron fist, when big brothers boot of opression stomps down on your neck, you think you're gonna check to see if it's the right or the left? apathy's easy, especially when you're well off, content with the rent in your partisan-politics cell-block i make no claims to a party, but you know what is funny i seek only the truth - michael moore's motive is money He got the spotlight by appeasing a higher power, but one bad apple in the bunch can make the entire sour.. im the cypher shouter - political fire starter, liar outer keepin it off the charts like iraqi's with geiger counters... savor the day away and sway to the 8-0-8, watch the shadow puppets dance on the walls of Plato's cave if the truth is out there, then someones gotta bring it home but who's fault is it if you don't want to pick up a ringing phone? the terrorists laugh as the hostages sit prone... our nations citizens are victims of stockholm syndrome! if things aren't really that way, then maybe i won't cringe, i won't burn a flag, but i will cinge off the gold fringe... admit it, you numbskulls, you're lost in deceit, and what schools teach is false like George Washingtons teeth.. _______________________________________ if you're not pissed off, then you're not paying attention be the first on the block to get a flaming tire necklace im all for supportin' the troops when they're defendin' but not when the reason is suspected posession of weapons universal jurisdiction - we decide who's got to go, false flag operation when slicing a hostage throat... got too close to the truth, might have been overexposed, but you know that the flows make a point like a Dobermans nose with occums razor, you slice it all down to simplicity, arguing neglegence, ignoring evidence of complicity problem - reaction - solution; you pray for delivery how else they gonna get you to give away your liberties?? watch for the plot; the melting pot is schmoldering hot, as the line starts to blur that seperates soldiers from cops... as the pupper master lingers over the top of its puppets, so must a state to gain control of its subjects... got no plan, might as well write and record a rap on the back of your twenty-dollar mail order state quarter map... my mind is always turnin' like the blades of a helicopter, hella proper, with no need to read from a teleprompter... you're pathetic, hardly authentic, my rhymes on automatic, leave you scratchin' your head like an Amish auto-mechanic...
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