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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Anger! Hostility towards the opposition! 187 L.A. trademark,
don't come to the killing fields if you ain't got no fucking heart, cuz WILLIE, IRA and DARYL will get you - got you - fucked up and dead will be the way you walk. Damn right, I hate L.A. swine with a passion GEE cuzz my pops was killed by the fucking L.A.P.D. Yes they killed my daddy! Yup they killed my daddy! And if I don't blast 'em back , you know they gonna fucking kill me, do me like they did NATASHA, back turned from a gat hollow tip to the dome they got ya. April 29, L.A. swine not guilty, fools down for the payback on Florence and Norman- dy. Anger! Coming straight from the L.A. concrete, true blue motherfucker about for generations deep. But who's the real motherfucker though, and what does that fake know about mot- herfucking South Central? Fool! What you know about a set or a sign , you fake motherfucker? Never ever seen a nine. But if I catch you slippin' punk, I'm gonna fade ya cuzz set ain't down with that getto perpetraitor. Anger! April 29, Florence to Normandy! Jack for my human rights and ya catch a PUU PUU! |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Do you know what it is like to run?
Do you know what it is like to live in fear? Because she knows what it's like to run. Because she knows what it's like to live in fear. Rape ritual. How can I stand in silence while you are raping my sister? Ritual! Throw it in the wind because I ain't with that. Say, what have we done with mother, sister, daughter, lover? Beat them down to submission, into that corner of constant fear. Humanity reduced to a sexual commodity, objectification, pretty faces. Molded imagery damn they drop the dirty mack demands. She's more than booty to me; bypass her sexuality. Tradition, your sexism is what you want me to learn. Surrender gender hatred, fade it to kill it, compassion returns. 1 out of 3, and they say my sisters are free, incarcerated by hatred. Propagated by sodomny, continual ritual victimizing my sister. Physical rape is psychological murder. Ritual! Jenny! Ho! Slut! Trick! Bitch! Buddy! Terms that burn in our popular brutality. That media camera's at you, trying to show you what's up. Illusion magazine fantasy got you feinding to bust a nut. Body identity suffocates in her nudity - she's dying inside. Fashions asking won't let her be. Strip her to flesh for apathetic male ego. You bet the set ain't down with your wak. Rape ritual! We got to meet this hate with love. We got to meet this hatred with love. Why do we fall for it, fuel it, sexual violence equality? Please. So-called alternative movement statistics never confess her wounded aloneness , internal inferno, locked away calm diminishment. Sharon Stone, you ain't all that. Madonna, you ain't all that. Sell you shallow shock value charade is wak. Sister, put a fist in what's expected of you. Deny! Defy! False definition of you too; there's no excuse for this brutality or this lack of humanity. rape ritual. I say I throw you into the wind. I say your traditions mean nothing to me. |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Gotta flex that skill,yup! As I watch them kill. Greed the
seed, it's called inequities: vanity, banking, ganking, justi- fied. How many more will have to suffer? How many more will have to die? Well, stop buying the lie! Bold beautiful crying brown eyes. Technical superstate built on the means of hate. Dominant symbolcorruption escalates. Can they distinguish life from death? Should a dollar bill give a man a right to kill? Hell no! Because life is priceless, this fight from the affer- mative. Wicked brutal force of course justifying the means death with no remorse. Covert operations above the law killing for God, for countries, a fraud. Got to take 'em out! Violati- on of human rights! For the life of the suffering. Symbol of wickednedd. Post-dictatorship economic elite, starving chil- dren bowing to their feet, smokescreen patriotism won't deny the lie - can't cloud my soul vision. F.E.M.A., see you, got you on sight. No law should cut constitutional rights. No one more hopeless than those that think they are free, bounded minds of this human machinery. What I am is what I am! Crying to jah you know I am praying for payback. All truth will soon come be in light. Federal judge, you know they got them on check! Federal courts, you know they got them on check! Cen- tral banking system, you know they got them on check! Federal agent, you know you got them on check! Federal prison, you know they got them on check! Population control, you know they got it on check! Cry for life!! Gotta take 'em out. |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Gots no milli vanill in me, sincerity constantly, no prefabri-
Cation, prefabrication! the words live free. question the Intentions of this alternative generation, and do we even Realize all that we do effects all life? let us not stifle Statement beneath false egos, style, or trends, or we surren- Der that which can salvage a human life. can't prostitutiona- Lize it! will we let the external taint the internal? be the Brother in struggle, but don't sucker yourself. our words Exceed the emnence of the musical. is 'doc martin' moe impor- Tant than a movement, or is it so cheap that a passing style Is what makes you sleep? you must understand the value of your Light! don't prostitutionalize it! these eyes will not sleep! I am more than a musical byproduct. |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Well, I'm doing this from that place
Where the young bodies stick to the bluest of blue skies A child grown quick kicking it with an ice-pick Age of 8 Babyface straight-up scared to die Seen 1 little, 2 little, 3 little homicides Kids don't rank so they shank in front of baby eyes Bullet-scarred, prison-barred The one time's got my face to the ground, they want me down Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some Down! Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum! Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some Down! Down! Down! Down! Bronze complexion, converse and khakis Enough for the fuss of a Crash to straight jack me Brotha, brotha, brotha, how you make 'em get down? Systematic static can't stifle the set's sound Jack for the mic and I'll still get it going on Making my statement with a Fatcap and Krylon Pee-ping my voice from the L.A. underground The plan from the man is to demand they keep me down Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some Down! Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum! Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some Down! Down! Down! Down they got me, down! Got ya, got ya, yeah, you know, I straight ya Reveal to heal in our sectarian obstacles Wipe the dirt off the eyes of the hate child Damn with the program imposed since the juvenile Shit is so thick that you don't want to deal with it Set's got heart to consist like an activist Ain't going to live in comfort while shit gets words I got the voice of the voiceless and life comes first So what you're gonna do? What you're gonna do? What you're gonna do when the shit comes down on you? The set's gonna be down, yeah, you know like we've always been The ghetto survivors got no soldier extinction The man ain't down with multi-ethic ethics Division is wicked and Downset ain't with it My word is my fire for life and love is the sound You gotta kill me to silence me, fool, you can't keep me down Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some Down! Downset at the bottom! Freedom in a cage Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some Down! Down! Down! Down! |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Metzger! farrahakan! yup we got it going on. race in the mix
And the melting pot's hot! well, I don't know where you're at, But I know where I've always been: downset at the bottom with My underclass freedom. the birth of this nation, birth of the Systematic jack, from land grab to whips across black's back. No progress money means more humanity less, nothing done Changed in this land of soaked bloodshed. liberty only to an Economic few, patriarchal tradition to economically gaffle you Fool. racism? guilty! thievery? guilty! sexisme? guilty! Executed traditionally. living in the shadow of five centuries Misery, homie blind forced in your game choked equality. why Am I gonna be like that? why must I pack that vocal gat, Because off the blood of humanity your pockets are getting Fat? this is america the hatefull! I'm gonna be down to live This protest! I'm gonna be down to die this protest! america Better check itself before it wrecks itself, because differen- Ces seem to be bad for it's health. black! white! yellow! Brown! christian and muslim! heterosexual! homosexual! all Want to get some. democrat! republican! they putting that work In, aryan nation! 5% nation! native american wants division. Man's diversity is american's biggest enemy! niggas! woods! And ese's stifled with apathy. standing strong like a soldier, Struggling like a soldier, taking bullets of hatred watching My soul get colder. circumstances dance on interracial roman- Ce, separatist fist bomb on this love at first chance. america Taught me to hate you! america taught me to hate you! taking Shot at the external even though I never knew you. will you Fade and follow doubtless next in the death rate, or love Suffocate beneath this fashion of hate! I was taught to hate You and you weer taught to hate me! love sees no color, but America always will. humanity means nothing in this place Where we learn to kill. I don't believe in this hatred anymo- Re... red, white and blue is gonna kill you! I throw the brick Of my protest through the window of your inhumane corruption, And watch the fragments of your greed shatter to the frigid Ground...and it's like that! martin luther king! ruben sale- Zar! malcolm x! john f. kenedy! red, white and blue is gonna Kill you! |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Gentle you were in your first presence
Hazel to brown eyes embraced innocence We dressed each other in colors of intrigue First words to each other sang comfort's melody Childlike was your first gracious allurement Her offering hands touched mine in content Laughter filled the air illuminated portraits Silence was the moment that gave dawn to this kiss Elation shined off our vivid souls, in waves of euphoria Emotions were thrown. sunshine's fire in embodied eyes, so Full of truth and when we held! we held tight. Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless I felt her image sorrowed face nods to the ground Grey clouds suffering was her sound She screamed deep, but desire claimed her collapse Gone to nothing then her frigid mask Her own remorse, her lifeless companion, tongue stained In duplicity's song, gentle hands stifle, I perishing suffering This isn't her! this could never be her Diminishing, forsaken all, I Offering entirety, left empty to cry She cried with me! Danced with me and kissed me She was filthy in lies, gentle, always Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless Watch me rise I say you left me, I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless I say you left me, I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless Lifeless! Lifeless! Lifeless! Lifeless! I say you left me |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Step up to this! witness anger from this raised up fist. the
Hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. well, Whose fault is it, and who's to blame? well, I'm pointing my Fingers at the ones who set up this game. this is what you've Given us and that is what you've taken. jail won't cure your Given disease; you are straight mistaken. child to child, Blood stain on the flag, down on the solo creep fool and it's About to blast! it's gonna be on fool! 'causez it's about to Blast! mind control and it's fading fast! huh world 'causez it's About to blast! children crying and bullets crack! yup 'causez It's about to blast! and it's aiming at you, so what are you Gonna do? give it to 'em! inner city erosion, political racial Explosion. mental repression fuels that murder rate's explosi- On. from canons straight to the bloods and crips, I say they Got you on lockdown with birds and a 20 dip. the system fuels That anger - the killing goes on strong from 818 to 213 - Bloodshed from your timebomb. you making a move on me? fool, You better move fast, dying in the killing fields and it's About to blast! it's about to blast! boom. another dead young- Ster on my block. look in his face, politician, when a gun Blast makes his body drop. your system killed him; mediocracy Handed to him, statistical product. you and the concrete made Hime useless. incarceration institution; 5 x 7 corruption; Kill his mind is how you do him. realize as they de humanize Our lives that they construct a raging humanity with fury in Their eyes. welfare, the opportunity that disables the appli- Cation of the generate crutch. clear the way for defective Maturity which leads to psychopathic institutional conduct. Lies, rape, intimidation, sovereign infliction of all. social- Ly declared obscene application of reconstructive formula, Fool! I've had enough of the blood rainfall on me! 818 - 213 - 310 about to blast from that time bomb! boom. |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
Brown and black blood to the concrete, exposed to the systema-
Tic terrors and atrocities. generations of blood-soaked fami- Lies, economic prison and self-hate is my birth-right, see? Fratricide, homicide, suicide, genocide, they wanna kill the Niggasand wetbacks silently. fueled by hate, fear and forced Self-denail, black kill black! brown kill brown! l.a. style! They breed the killer! born in the middle of ghetto-like Battlefield, denied human rights and the wounds won't heal. Our mothers shout a suffocating painfull cry as they watch More generations of black and brown die. dignity defined by Sacrificial death, to die for the blood is all I have left. The system at hand must see one thing clearer: the city of L.a.'s the black and brown killers! blood to the concrete, Systematic terror! historical facts will prove the system Guilty; hypocrisy existed when there should have been equali- Ty. mental enslavement to loss of self-confidence, self defen- Ce ends in death of intelligence. drown in abyss of insuffi- Cient education; prosperity cannot exist through moderation. Forced on the culture, death in the bloodline, father to son The mind will be confined! 818, yes they breed the killer! 213, yes they breed the killer! 310 yes, they breed the kil- Ler! the system at hand must see one thing clearer: the city Of l.a. is breeding black and brown killers! |
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from Downset - Downset (1994)
They got you dying of thirst. don't even try to front, fool,
Like you ain't on checkunder layers of vanity, uncertainties Got your soul wrecked style? veil chained mask strapped tight Hide cries from inside; behind, vain lies chew the shattered Glass sex, hate, envy, greed living in suffocation misery- Bleeds so-called alternative imagery defenition of false me. There's more to identify than bodily misery. they got you Dying of thirst, living in suffocation. illusion is all up in You. alternative must be more than this. biological? chemical? Science says I'm pure physical. lower me to equality of dust With no destiny, molecular structure. if this is all that i Be, then humans weren't killed in the holocaust, they were Just machines. reject void supplement, man=rag equivalence. Humanity is more than a complex form of existence. human Capacity a third of it's brain. no reliance on science - I cry Soul defiance! dying of thirst, I'm more than a mathematical Equation. I am more than a chemical combination. my existence Cannot be reduced to scientific theory! |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
["Intro" contains an excerpt from a King speech which appears]
[courtesy of Intellectual Properties Managment, Atlanta, Georgia,] [as exclusive licensor of the estate of Martin Luther King Jr.] |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
What's up? Death on this kid who believes the mic
Blood on the soul so what that inside be like A cross carrier with journeys upon self I Efforts to ashes and hands to the sky Child of light, child of light Make solid the climb and let's see Some new heights right, right So am I trying to find life in what's been dead? Yes, so recheck the mind set Empower, can't slip Can't slip, can't be slippin' Empower, come alive Come alive, come alive Empower, positive What up with self? What up with self? Can't give up no love unless I deal with my own hell dig It's all about wrecking the age of self defeat Dignity worth of all human personality We must believe on our trust potential Our life has the true meaning and value of now Our only hope today lies in our ability To lift ourselves from this ever rising hell Empower, can't slip Can't slip, can't be slippin' Empower, come alive Come alive, come alive Empower, positive, positive Call with your power Empower, empower Take your life back Take your life back Take your life back for Empower, positive, positive Positive, give me life to live Empower |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Come with the bloody moon and the chaos
Gog and Magog triple six reigns over spirits lost Satanic nations and thrones reign and slay But solid is super-souls love and righteous pathways Asking me why I ain't down with the bloodshed Wicked fool we approve of lies as eternal truth Worship the mark of the beast demonic feast Seven the seals sacred faith no need to pack steal No "Geed-up" rap anywhere up and on me Strictly KRS, Public Enemy, Bob Marley Mad ups to MLK and the infinite Ghandi Doom to the demons that dominate all around me Deep in the soul fool You know you ain't right running around with your eyes shut tight I know what it's like to not want to see the sunrise So shattered the pictures on fire, the winter never lies But that chemical won't always keep the empty space full Bludgeon corrode desecrate the body temple Half the fools we know yes they sick style sprung Deeper and further from ourselves I have always watched us run From the family perspective yes I've watched the dope wreck shit Deep "Veteranos, Tequatos" fool this childhood knows Deep in the soul Fool you know you ain't right going around with them eyes shut tight Further away from ourselves, further away from the truth You can throw the set in the sky But the eternal majestic Mount Zion you can't deny A gat, a clip, a hollow-tip with your name on it Loving to trip but one day you'll get caught up and slip So cheap a death but my brother so precious is life Speaking the language of fratricidal sights You do like "Cain" did "Abel" you love to watch your brother's blood Flow fool tell me no, spirit so cold! Denial |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Ya best come correct
Step correct 818 on the map psychological mind trap Step to a fool and I'll bet he's got a gat Paranoia principle has got us strippin' So three dot lifestyle has got us running hell of miles It's all that we know, it's all that we do Seen and done, so many homicides we thinking it's right fool My brothers down to slay me daily Cyco sickness within us Damn, it's getting rough I will survive, I will survive y'all, I must survive Life on the line I said keep on breathing Ya best come correct, what's up dog? Don't numb yourself because this is a hell Wicked one, wicked one out for self Not only in L.A. but it's jumping off worldwide From L.A. to Belfast to genocide at wayside And if killing my brother means survival Then I'll take this bullet with all of the love of my soul You can call me a punk but I ain't givin' up Solid givin' my life see Whatever the cost may be? Juice, Coke, Yeska, Heroin, Doses Making fools snap now I got to live around that I will survive, I will survive y'all, I must survive Life on the line I said keep on breathing The worst kind of man kills his brother, God help us |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
All are guilty of judgment
And seeing what we only want to see And the dangers of false pedestals Is illusive self-moral supremacy So quick to magnify the faults Inside of one another Then the flames of out own darkness can ignite And we become what we fear Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Does criticism crush or heal the heads that we oppose Because the brothers we see living Are the ones we should love the most By tearing down another living soul we cannot build Arrogance is of no value and what will it fulfill Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Let's not fool ourselves Our hearts are solid steel and cold-blooded With most intentions to humiliate And to applaud our hearts of darkness And when we make honest truthful steps Towards compassionate healing We will have no time to criticize Because we will find ourselves the most sickening You know it! You know it! Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! Cast your judgment! Hurl a stone! |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
It's immoral to encourage others to accept injustice you do not endure,
Such superficial optimism a deepness not so pure, Anesthetic presence with an undefined concern, With images so glorified but still where is our cure. Give! Where's your fire? Movements definition unclear amid definite crises, Retreating carelessly with persuasions that seem to never end, And must immarilty become so monumental before we see? Give! Where's your fire? Out my face! Out my face! Pseudo-intellectual moderate steppin' to dis, And you say that my concerns don't burn with validity, Trying to check me got nothing to prove "be", On with the privilege shit-talking blood of my people your mocking, If it came down to dying I would see that ass running, Say full belly-buster you willing to suffer and put your ass on the line and fool help me gets mine! Give! Where's your fire? |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Birth to this emptiness, conception in lovelessness
Spiritless hands show no caress There was no embrace from tear-stained faces Environment bottomless compassion was motionless Weary eyes will only see the depths of captivity Here in this perpetual misery Hate's piercing sound disfigures the soul In the stream of my tears, I lay in their mold Do you got any love in your heart? Unfeeling, unfeeling, unfeeling I touched my innermost self with its healing Threw myself down at the feet of its mercy The stone of my heart met its defeat Love emptied me filling me with serenity It's a light that want to embrace me I was not of love still it accepted me whole And where there was nothing left There is lovin' the soul Love is not weakness Love is power Love is truth Love is endless Love is your forgiveness Love is your sacrifice Love is your faith Love is your trust Love is your hope |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
There is a God and I bow and you will hate me for it!
Duty to humble my soul to a speck of dust and you'll hate me for it! Ageless understanding of love from the heavens and you'll hate me for it! Serenities balance is my innermost peace and you will hate for it! Your world is against the spirits! This is day is against the spirits! I gladly detach my soul from the lies that sicken this day. Disregarding the metric wickedness that decays my inner space. There is something inside myself that can't become this "sickness." Reminded once more that the quest for the top is coldness! I will love God of "Zion" with all my heart and you will hate me for it! Intentions will be so helples and you will hate me for it! I will love through resurrecting eyes and you will hate me for it! Self exultation is the opiate of the masses. Your world is against the spirits! This day is against the spirits! |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Say come killer! You know it is sickness
You can't deny it sickness Yes greed is sickness! Greed is sickness I am not a lower form of human life All none son nagging sense of nobodies Deep disappointment slave among abundance Who lives it knows it as I flow the theme These conditions extreme deepest evil unseen I'm putting up with what is unjust But truth lifts with a swiftness just like dust Are we givin' the realm to reach our highest ability That's the question see word up 'cause I don't see it be I am not a lower form of human life! Kill greed! Say come killer They taken the food from the mouths of the ones that need to be the most fed They taken the food from the mouths of the ones that been left for dead They taken the food from the mouths of the ones that have been treated as human debris They taken the food from the mouths of the ones who will embrace divinity Poverty is the worst form of violence! I am not a lower form of human life |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Twelve was the age that set me off with the graff style
While zapp bumping, gang banging was hype with the juvenile Graff grabbed my mind which led to expression and thought Seventh and Hill, I used to bus kill with snap and skill Fake bus passes with all city access Insides and outsides going up was a must Paying much dues from the Valle to Los One-Times is on the sweat and they jacking for piece-books Pocket full of Fatcaps, so what's up and where you at Tag-banging toys hit me up like what you write ese But I'm not about beef just the burners and sketches And respect is gained from the flavor of you phlexin' Not by capping a piece and dissing tags for attention Serious world-wide aerosolic expression So focus the mind, hit some surface and stop trippin' Pocket full of Fatcaps, so what's up and where you at Graffin' up in L.A., you can't act stupid and play Striking up in the wrong hood could mean your last day Most every set has a block and every block has a mad set With sick evil fools who love to see blood-hit pavement L.A. area hip-hop under threats of existing B-Boy culture in violence, peace as purpose is drifting So tag-banger afraid to be a real gangster Get schooled on some roots and get that mission together Graffiti writer ghetto culture provider Fascist activist don't want me to exist Propagated media hype Stereo-type you try to make me look like the one with the gat and knife Lies after lies, classist racist and mythical But even Suburbia child is down with ghetto cultural Fears got three strikes, Skate gets all the love I got Under the influence of the hardcore that can't be stopped |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Blood on my hands
Could also be blood of my hands Mi espirto ya esta cansado de cadensa Psychologicas de porbesa Ahorra me quito mis manos de mis ojos Ey miro la relidad Ey porque acceptamos Positions sub-servillente sin preguntas No tenemos que viver asi De nacimento nos ensenan que creer Que los blancos son mejor que los morenous Ey se emponen a acceptar La dominacion de hombres sobre mujeres Estos tradiciones tienen que acabar siempore My spirit is already tired Of the psychological cadence of poverty Now I take my hands from my eyes And look at reality And why do we accept Subservient positions without question? We don't have to live like this From birth they teach us to believe That the whites are better than blacks And they persist in accepting The domination of men over women These traditions must be finished Forever and ever Sangre de mis manos Todos somos ninos de dios ey ningun Gobierno puede negar lo Ni dinero ni politica puede Ebfrentar la verda que es eternal Postivo advance social aqui no es enivetable Pero que queremos en est dia? La verda 'o' una vida de menttiras All of us are children of God And no government can deny it Neither money nor politics can confront The truth that is eternal Positive social advance Isn't inevitable here But what do we want in this day? The truth or a life of lies? Sangre de mis manos |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Try to understand who I am
My pops is an intelligent black man My mom's locked up in S I B I brand, damn It's like they're handing me planned positional placement Inheritance parents mistaken left my soul aching Hurting painful let downs are burning fire inside Fire inside's is what I got right Unjustified lies, life died so I picked up a mic Microphone the danger curse This earth's done got them tears dripping Lifetime of decline got me blind to the real sign Running around helpless, selfish Direction less spiritual savior get me flexin' that will to live Horrifying, horrifying Shot one, shot one Tell them how your soul fell Closet bigotry insecurity I see from the ones closest to me I see this disease Complexion sways your mental direction Privilege culture subliminal racist Stereotypical walk and mythical lies must go Prejudging human beings that you are seeing Millions of 'Mark Fuhrmans' within my midst But flesh does not determine what is within |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Say come killer! You know it is sickness
You can't deny it sickness Yes greed is sickness! Greed is sickness I am not a lower form of human life All none son nagging sense of nobodies Deep disappointment slave among abundance Who lives it knows it as I flow the theme These conditions extreme deepest evil unseen I'm putting up with what is unjust But truth lifts with a swiftness just like dust Are we givin' the realm to reach our highest ability That's the question see word up 'cause I don't see it be I am not a lower form of human life! Kill greed! Say come killer They taken the food from the mouths of the ones that need to be the most fed They taken the food from the mouths of the ones that been left for dead They taken the food from the mouths of the ones that have been treated as human debris They taken the food from the mouths of the ones who will embrace divinity Poverty is the worst form of violence! I am not a lower form of human life |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone
The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold I know the method, lips drawn wide to turn and sway To smile behind the biting tongue Each of us danced well in lies the hand, the handle and the sword Lies, there are those of us who will embrace lies And yet if it comforts us we will do what lies do When I confess there is no truth demons remain Sleepless again in love with blood starved souls Forgotten without sounds between birth and death Lies will whisper deepest disintegration before the living Lies fashioned with the images of angelic faces It grows into a stillness and we will respond lies Can I speak of deepest deaths unseen? Pearl teardrops will fall from the faces of undeserved suffering Forcing permanent days unmoving, forcing permanent days unmoving Slicing clean but not as deep and what it equals scars will tell Pain runs hard, hate runs clean and on the floor your whittlings fell Because this monster begets the monster, myself and the thorn of fear That the selfsame well from which my laughter comes Would also bleed with my tears |
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from Downset - Do We Speak A Dead Language? (2001)
Sex kills, sex kills
Sex kills, sex kills Sex kills, sex kills Sex kills, sex kills Sex kills, sex kills Sex kills, sex kills Sex kills, sex kills Sex kills We will look into the eyes of the other and lie And say that we love them Then strip the innocence given and create Destruction we will never truly comprehend The ultimate act of sharing is reduced To the ultimate act of taking Seconds of trembling flesh is not worth Years of inner suffering Taken away, taken away Sex kills Taken away, taken away Sex kills Do my eyes betray what I feel and see? Exploitation leads to the abandoned seed This is no sexual liberation We have accepted desecration And when they've taken and taken, and taken, and taken Beyond hope and healing, left alone with your feelings Your mourning will have no mercy It will steal from so much more than your body Taken away, taken away Sex kills Taken away, taken away Sex kills I would rather seek the peace of the self then play The games that force the scars of lifelong insecurity Frightening desires for dominant position When all we should be doing is loving Taken away, taken away Sex kills Taken away, taken away Sex kills Sex is a weapon Sex can kill Sex is a weapon Sex can kill |
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