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Reason and Hip-Hop had some sex one night... and that's pretty much where I came from. Yeah, I didn't know concepts could do that either. Totally confusing.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #802
Peak in subgenre #72
Author
Whitey Anderson (D12/RobSonic/NIN/AesopRock)
Rights
CNC Productions
Uploaded
January 22, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 9.6 MB • 96 kbps • 13:58
Story behind the song
Wake the fuck up! (God Bless Murderers)
Wake the fuck up! (God Bless Terrorists)
Wake the fuck up! (God Bless Illegal Coverups)
Wake the fuck up! (God Bless an evil government)
Wake the fuck up! Wake the fuck up!
The statement’s risky, but y’all say it with me
The government do, and the soldiers help
“God Bless America and no place else!!!”
Don’t question it, bitch, America’s Right
We go through bombing cities, don’t even bury the lives
We took…
Pandemonium, massive hype run
The country where the inmates hijack asylums
Eight years of this criminal’s reign
Get the fuck out the White House and give it to change.
This millennium is ours, call me an elitist
But I got no toleration for an idiot in charge
Temperless applause, victory to the thinking man
Instead of Ready Betty with her Pentium dissolved
Folksy ‘ins and winking eyes are the flavor of the month
But if you’re running a country, good education is a must
And if I’m being too vague, want me to make it something blunt?
All I really said was “Sarah Palin’s dumb as fuck”
I do not ascribe it to your black hole allegiance
Blind patriots who think we got attacked over freedom
While we enact open season on this liberty ruse
Prisoner abuse, criminal hubris in lucid amounts
For the prize in the bank and a luxurious house
Endure what amounts from the violence you make
Dick Cheney got indicted five years too late
Send ‘em back with the manufactured war they gave us
They backed foreign and domestic Torture Papers
And someone tell me why the deceitful are dominant
‘Cause there is no justice if you’ve gotta fight for it
From the people who promise it (honorless con artists)
Obama, you’ve earned your push
But why did you refuse to impeach George Bush
And what’s worse is the fact you backed the Patriot Act
You taught the Constitution, you know better than that
You are not Joe the Plumber, speaking from his weaknesses
People love to trade down reason for experience
Climbing up the logic tree, staring down this basilisk
Who has no sympathy for any anecdotal passages
He grapples with the silver tongue saccharin of amber lip
Fanaticized battle with hermaphroditic magic tricks
The general in charge rests his head where disaster sits
Because he’s maverick, greatly esteemed
Understands nothing, careless indeed
With his “I don’t give a fuck if it merits a read”
Then acts and gets confused when it tears at the seams
The American dream of a Citizen/Soldier
Armed with no brain, just the shit in his holster
The minutemen are over, it’s qualified time
But he’s not at all flustered, and he’s calling all cover
‘Cause ain’t no rationale needed when you’re “army strong,” brother
Duty to it attached at every general, boss
The venomous vendetta’s representative cost
A symbol of grief for every veteran lost
Not the three colors Jesus bled on the cross
I’m part of the collective, the un-witting prisoner
Of magic and highlights, trampling my rights
While I can’t change a thing, ‘cause I’m trapped in the zeitgeist
Realism is my job and that disturbs you
I’m composed of vices and minor virtues
I fight when I earn feuds that get pumped into me
As the world’s new enemies, I’ll surely slaughter one of these
While screaming like a madman “DUTY, HONOR COUNTRY!”
“HOOAH!” It’s real when it rains hard
Feel the terrain war, even if it ain’t ours
Deal out your aim, shoot at people for the main part
Dabble with a faint heart, but say a prayer
For every liter of freedom you splatter on the graveyard
Life, the magnum opus of rights
I deliver liberation as it leaks into the ground
Silent screams violently speak without a sound
[Immortal Technique – “Death March”]
They called us terrorists, after they ruined our countries
Funded right-wing paramilitary monkeys
Tortured a populace, then blamed the Communists
Your lies are too obvious, propaganda monotonous
You could never debate me, the M4’s at your baby
Like troops with gats in Iraq
Lyrics
Never watch what you watching, counter that mouthpiece
Rebel against Big Brother and shout it out loudly
Revolution is not a quiet spout of the faucet
It’s a big loud rebellion, coming out of the closet
I reject fake boundaries, proud anti-patriot
The framework may burst, but I’m an atheist
You won’t find in a foxhole, I’d go to jail first
‘Cause I don’t pledge allegiance to any false construction
Of human beings, as opposed to others
The man you’re shooting at is yourself in different soldier colors
When your emotions flutter, the job of most
Is just plug ears every time the folklore stutters
The stories that we tell ourselves, to whom we never speak ill
Beliefs build from narratives in pack form
Complexity evolved, deep down, buried in a cracked forge
And few will ever dig to find their narrative is malformed
[Whitey Anderson – “eRace the Divide”]
I’ve come to think patriotism’s a bad number
I shun the system that could possibly possess you
To kill your own species ‘cause of a flag color
[Michael Jackson – “We’ve Had Enough”]
When innocence is standing by
Watching people losing lives
It seems as if we have no voice
It’s time for us to make a choice
Only God could decide
Who will live and who will die
There’s nothing that can’t be done
If we raise our voice as one
They gotta hear it from me
They gotta hear it from you
They gotta hear it from us
We can’t take it, we’ve already had enough
McCain’s against torture from his days in the prison
But he’s too stupid to see he’d create the conditions
With his foreign policy habits and warrior ethics
De-humanization leads to torturous methods
And that happens when you slap the label “evil” on people
Like if you kill enough, baby, you’ll defeat the idea
With knuckleheads in power, that shit is normalcy
Adrenal glands bigger than your frontal cortices
It’s trouble overseas, integrity no higher
Than the rubble of what your mortar leaves, it’s no retreat
Victory at all costs, even over peace
And they are not synonymous, nor do they correlate
Humiliation breeds contempt with no escape
You’re fighting this war, and the stakes are your passion
‘Cause you don’t want your children to have to fight it themselves
Then stop giving their children a reason to make it happen
You took away their homes, their families and their innocence
For our best interests, from the maverick to the businessmen
Every soldier is a hero in the eyes of his kids
So what when you kill dad and son decides to enlist?
The war hero, he was locked in a prison
Because ain’t shit heroic about bombing civilians
They tortured him, but they never targeted children
Pro-life my ass, that was part of his mission
This country’s army acted like a sinister mob
And he regrets the fact that we didn’t finish the job?
9/11 multiplied at an exponential rate
By the men who pulverize in “best of best’s” name
And while you rally the base, making a public speech
Do not fucking tell me they hate me because I’m free
It is not about freedom, it’s about their lack of it
Because of the oppression you pressing upon their public
And any politician who refuses to acknowledge this
Disqualifies himself of any future run for office
This is too serious a conflict to have it headed
By someone with a worldview that matches adolescence
And this is not a “rub the loser’s face in it” ensemble
This is me hoping for a better day with an Obama
Do not let me down, you got a giant mess to shovel up
Because the price of progress was an eight-year clusterfuck
And though he doesn’t always have peace in mind
Americans can still do the right thing sometimes
I can’t always reach, but I’ll always try to grab it
November 4th, I proudly cast my Obama/Biden ballot
[Spoken Word]
And don’t mistake this song for a claim that Obama is the Messiah who’s going to rectify all the damage that was done over the last eight years. I’m optimistic about Obama, but guardedly. He’s still wrong ab
