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There's a war going on for your mind
Media mavens mount surgical strikes from Trapper Keeper collages and online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers Now it's raining pornography Lovers take shelter Post-production debutantes pursue you in Nascar chariots They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into holy water supplies There's a war going on for your mind Industry insiders slave test tube babies to corporate crackheads They flash logos and blast ghettos Their embroidered neckties say "stop snitchin'" Conscious rappers and whistleblowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings There is a war going on for your mind Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them The desert sky is their bluescreen They superimpose explosions They shout at you "Pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain Nor the craters beneath the draped flags Those hoods are there for your protection And meteors these days are the size of corpses" There's a war going on for your mind We are the insurgents |
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| 2. |
| 4:37 |
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MAYDAY!!!!
born in the flood bloody fingerpaint sets blackmarketed fresh water canons forget me not epitaph airbrush with death white t′s wife beaters button up reattach flesh in between the lines outside of the law underneath the veil we dig our foundations we navigate the globe trying to find a pattern to break the mold with a family to feed theres nowhere we wont go but what if were caught they say Im a snitch shot at the check point found with his throat slit theres spray paint on the teleprompter anchorman screams that hes seen a monster mayday theres bloodstains on his shirt mayday they say that hes gone berserk sometimes when I wanna shut out this world wanna rip up this page wanna pour out this heart wanna get up on this stage and my lips become percussion and my fists become the rage and I pound on this table til it gives me something to say then I think about things that Ive seen right in front of me that I dont wanna believe gimme one of these mikes lemme letem know the way that it is is not how its gonna be not if we dont letem get ahead of us the present tensions no threat its just a fence across the path that were already ready to walk rock solid footsteps letem put up obstacles and prove that it isnt possible fuck that we dont giveem any weight true liberty and freedoms at stake peace will never become pass live my life until my last day it was half-past eight in the bat cave when the cracks in the plaster collapsed and gave way to gaps in the pavement mayday mayday put it on blast for the passengers and messengers cause this is a disaster where the fuck are the rescue workers not far off pissing on a cop car in the hall with a poptart sipping liquor in the rockbar everyone climb to the frontline lunchtimes cancelled all hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill onlookers passers-by shake off that rubble brush off your shoulders break free from your standstill signs of a better world causes we understand failures we expected to occur and bring redemption for our sins safety from the crowds in the shadows on the run we write our own cider house rules to keep alive rituals that prove their worth search for systems we can trust rhythms we can lock into this is madness salvage teams can′t bandage hope when its damaged or broken compassion not enough rope in the van when world is collapsing our mode of action broadcast through the glass its all we can manage donate with the plastic scraps from the salad hoping to balance emotions invalidated and staged on 4:3 aspects just ballast for sadness lives shattered are standard fare for cameras and channels stare no abracabras no faster answers or mantras for disasters remastered and plastered got it all backwards do you know the faction your backing its another man down another mother gone child drowned another silenced song solitude another kind of strong I miss you another strung along missing in action another page is blackend burned turned to ashes to ashes dust off the flags and the caskets we will never find another you despite the life of love we knew these lightning times are trouble who cant count the strikes that punished through the bonds we thought would never break and never will and never fade and never change but there is the rage of losing you to their mistakes in between the lines signs of a the next movement refuge from the crowd outside of the law causes we understand hands that trace instructions for descendants in the shadows on the run underneath the veil failures we expected to occur and bring redemption for our sins in between the lines |
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| 3. |
| 3:29 |
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Somewhere between prayer and revolution
between Jesus and Huey P. Newton that`s where you find Jonny 5 shoot shootin water guns at the audience while ya scootin` your gluteous max due to the fact that I`m tootin` on the horn gonna warn you that I`m rootin` for the other team in the culture wars so I stab the beast belly while the vulture roars YO JOE! let it blow with convulsive force til walls fall off their false supports til Jericho`s aircraft carriers alter course and all brave young Americans are called ashore cause we`ve already lost the war they keep wagin splattering the streets in battles that keep ragin bloodyin each page of the story that we`re studying each day the same just the names keep changin saying the same things over again repeatin the same slogans we don`t know where we`ve been We`ve been all over the globe on our government`s funds leavin man woman and child dead bloody and numb saying the same things over again repeatin the same slogans we don`t know where we`ve been we`ve been overthrowing leaders with legitimate views democratically elected but we didn`t approve.... How many times can the line divide how many wars to uphold some pride fears uncontrolled just swoll the tide of blood in the streets while the people die Ima keep on tryin longs as suffering`s multiplyin and why not souls get tossed and left out to rot my backs broad enough to help left your cross as long as you help with mine the process of healing will take some time to see the pain on your face is the same as mine not a game or a race but the stake is high we maintain our mistakes for the sake of sides as long as it takes Ill say it one more time as long as it takes I`ll say it one more time as long as it takes I`ll say it one more time saying the same things over again repeatin the same slogans we don`t know where we`ve been We`ve been all over the globe on our government`s funds leavin man woman and child dead bloody and numb saying the same things over again repeatin the same slogans we don`t know where we`ve been we`ve been overthrowing leaders with legitimate views democratically elected but we didn`t approve.... saying things saying things saying things saying things saying things saying things saying things saying things we need money for healthcare and public welfare free mumia and Leonard peltier human needs not corporate greed drop the debt and legalize weed we say yes to grassroots organization no to neoliberal globalization bring the troops back to the USA and shut down guantanamo Bay Who let`em overthrow Jacobo Arbenz Who let`em overthrow Mohammad Mosaddeq Who let`em assassinate Salvador Allende I didn`t let them but they did it anyway Who let`em overthrow Kwame Nkrumah Who let`em overthrow Aristide Who let`em assassinate Oscar Romero I didn`t let`em but they did indeed! don`t let them assassinate Hugo Chavez don`t let them assassinate Evo Morales bring back Martin,, Malcolm, Medgar , Hampton, Goodman, Schwerner, Chaney saying the same things over again |
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| 4. |
| 4:39 |
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Stand up We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes If you′ve got more to give then you′ve got to prove Put your hands up and I′ll copy you Stand up We shall not be moved Except by a woman dying from a loss of food If you′ve got more to give then you′ve got to prove Put your hands up and I′ll copy you We still don′t understand thunder and lightning Flash back to when we didn′t fund the dam Didn′t fund the dam levee? No wonder man Now our whole damn city′s torn asunder man Under water but we still don′t understand We see hurricane spills overrun the land Through gaps you couldn′t fill with a 100 tons of sand No we still don′t understand We′ve seen planes in the windows of buildings crumbled in We′ve seen flames send the chills through London And we′ve sent planes to kill them and some of them were children But still we crumbling the building Underfunded but we still don′t understand Under God but we kill like the son of Sam But if you feel like I feel like about the son of man We will overcome So Stand up We shall not be moved Except By a child with no socks and shoes If you′ve got more to give then you′ve got to prove Put your hands up and I′ll copy you Stand up We shall not be moved Except by a woman dying from a loss of food If you′ve got more to give then you′ve got to prove Put your hands up and I′ll copy you I said Put your hands up and I′ll copy you Put your hands up and I′ll copy you If you′ve got more to give then you′ve got to prove Put your hands up and I′ll copy you We shall not be moved Except By a child with no socks and shoes Except by a woman dying from a loss of food Except by a freedom fighter bleeding on a cross for you We shall not be moved Except by a system thats rotten through Neglecting the victims and ordering the cops to shoot High treason now we need to prosecute So Stand up We shall not be moved And we won′t fight a war for fossil fuel Its times like this that you want to plot a coup Put your hands up and I′ll copy you So Stand up We shall not be moved Unless were taking a route we have not pursued So if you′ve got a dream and a lot to do Put your hands up and I′ll copy you I said Put your hands up and I′ll copy you Put your hands up and I′ll copy you if you′ve got a dream and a lot to do Put your hands up Now shake, shake A Polaroid dream nightmare negatives develop on the screen We sit back and wait for the government team Criticize they but who the fuck are we The people want peace but the leaders want war Our neighbors don′t speak, peek through the front door House representatives preach "stay the course" Time for a leap of faith Once More Put your hands up high if you haven′t abandoned Hope that the pen strokes stronger than the cannon Balls to the wall, Nose to the grindstone My interrogation techniques leave your mind blown So Place your bets lets speak to the enemy Don′t let em pretend that we seek blood And who′s we anyways Kemo Sabe? Mighty warlord wanna-be street thug a threat for a threat leaves the whole world terrified blow for blow never settles the score word for word is time need clarify We the people did not want war So Stand up We shall not be moved Except By a child with no socks and shoes If you′ve got more to give then you′ve got to prove Put your hands up and I′ll copy you So Stand up We shall not be moved Unless were taking a route we have not pursued So if you′ve got a dream and a lot to do Put your hands up and I′ll copy you I said Put your hands up and I′ll copy you Put your hands up and I′ll copy you if you′ve got a dream and a lot to do Put your hands up |
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| 5. |
| 4:51 |
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<i>[Spoken: Transmitted.... signals coming through? .....okay]</i>
Echo echo one-nine Hear the call through fault lines Smoke signals, old rhymes Shorted lights in store signs Spelled in a broken code Find that it is time to Breath, build, bend, and refine you We sky tenants Give it all but wont give up Radio soul antennas Radio to lift spirits Call sign commando M.o. is independence Scream till the walls fall, Dissolve all the limits Occupied minds Unemployed skills Desolation Worn out Torn down Just for now thrill seekers Slanging Test tube babies in beakers Where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers The system where the Poor get poorly paid To hold the ladder Where the rich get ricocheted Into the stratosphere And in between people are rushin' like vladimir With metals to make their status clear Get us out of here We need heroes Build them Don't put your fist up Fill them Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands We're the architects of our last stand <i>[x2]</i> There's a war going on for your mind Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothing The battlefield is everywhere There is no sanctuary There are no civilians You have two choices Surrender or enlist What kind of person are you Always the first to argue Or never down to stick your neck out Cause it hurts you far too much To see your rep suffer Set you up a buffer Well neither is enough for us cut from a tougher brand of duct tape The propaganda's stuck on us like sock pajamas Spread like a virus Through accepted thoughts and proper manners But off the cameras Somethings simmering across the land About to bubble up And knock the lids off of the pots and pans We are non stop juggernauts Stomp ziggurats Spit manifestos By terabytes and gigawatts Shock paradigms Give sense to a score Throw thoughts through the sky Activate twenty more In these high and dry times Expectorate on dogma Pragmatic sycophants Divide and conquer We build bridges offer Hard work and prosper As hand made heroes brought to you by no sponsors We need heroes Build them Don't put your fist up Fill them Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands We're the architects of our last stand <i>[x4]</i> All free minds to the front All free minds to the front We call upon women We call upon children We call upon the handicapped The infirmed The weak of heart We need your courage Your dedication Your passion Your conviction Gather up your platinum Melt it down Gather up your gold Melt it down Gather up your silver Your bronze Your aluminum Melt it down Melt it down Melt it down |
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| 6. |
| 3:27 |
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I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars No handlebars I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars Look at me, look at me hands in the air like it's good to be ALIVE and I'm a famous rapper even when the paths're all crookedy I can show you how to do-si-do I can show you how to scratch a record I can take apart the remote control And I can almost put it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud to be an American" Me and my friend saw a platypus Me and my friend made a comic book And guess how long it took I can do anything that I want cuz, look: I can keep rhythm with no metronome No metronome No metronome I can see your face on the telephone On the telephone On the telephone Look at me Look at me Just called to say that it's good to be ALIVE In such a small world All curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store I can make a living off a magazine I can design an engine sixty four Miles to a gallon of gasoline I can make new antibiotics I can make computers survive aquatic conditions I know how to run a business And I can make you wanna buy a product Movers shakers and producers Me and my friends understand the future I see the strings that control the systems I can do anything with no assistance I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone I can split the atoms of a molecule Of a molecule Of a molecule Look at me Look at me Driving and I won't stop And it feels so good to be Alive and on top My reach is global My tower secure My cause is noble My power is pure I can hand out a million vaccinations Or let'em all die in exasperation Have'em all grilled leavin lacerations Have'em all killed by assassination I can make anybody go to prison Just because I don't like'em and I can do anything with no permission I have it all under my command I can guide a missile by satellite By satellite By satellite and I can hit a target through a telescope Through a telescope Through a telescope and I can end the planet in a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handle bars No handlebars I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars |
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| 5:08 |
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I see you sit
And swallow pain For all of those Who will not speak You raise your voice You fill the stage Your eyes are wide You know the weakness That you've felt Is not just yours So many more You're not alone The song you sing is not your own You fill the room with something real Youve never had it so you hesitate to try and find it You listen carefully for whispers of what lurks behind it You play the corners Never get too close to where it might be Waiting for you Never had it Keep on wanting something more Keep hiding the hope and than the pain is not yours No ones holding a rope gotta pull up on your own. All the songs have been sung And all the doors have be closed Keep on wanting more. I watch you wander through these halls You slouch you shrug you shrink away I call you stop you blink you pause You wander who You think the day Will never end But when it does You stay until the building's dark You're on the bus The doors are locked You looked inside But did not touch Youve never had it But you know how to provide it so you Stand up and call for it Nervous describing what you go through You dont wanna get caught up in all the Things they say to try to provoke you Dont need anyone to tell you Keep on wanting something more |
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| 2:06 |
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(No known beat that can keep me lonely)
(Combat to get'cha to bomb-back) I know how to rip a mic different, I grip it like - so Tight like kryptonite with a bike - pole Sparks from my lips ignite liquid ni - tro No tellin' if it might blow The environments' gotta be hotter than solder beside the iron Zinc vitamins, hide 'em inside when I'm writin' the rhymes It's hard to keep property guarded because these pirates And I motivate - no debate We're takin' it over, make - no mistake You're fake and there's no escape 'cause you got - caught Frozen, waitin' for the cross - walk I can take it to another level Where the bass is above the treble And your face is in double Evasiveness doesn't settle it A place and a space Where there's nothing to meddle with (Combat to get'cha to bomb-back) (Combat to get'cha to bomb-back) (Combat to get'cha to bomb-back) (Combat to get'cha to bomb-back) Lyrical combat, chicka-ticka bomb-bat Blond, black, let's get beyond that Sing songs that attack with strong raps 3, 2, 1, contact Sans paddle we swim the long laps Swans flap to get the pond packed Want sass? Kiss my mom's ass Wrong tact, convict you en masse Take it back like Linda Ronstadt Or Luke Sky with a twisted long hat Ton, ton, fat, subsisting on that Tom-tom, hi-hat Insist upon that, listen to Jon rap This is combat to get you to bomb back Two-fisted contact to get the pond packed 'Cause I'm on some shit that exists beyond that 3, 2, 1 |
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| 3:53 | 
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| 4:21 |
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(narration )
From the color of the faces in sunday`s songs To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on Once upon a time in this country long ago She knew there was something wrong Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white Everyone precious in the path of christ But what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house Wasnt she a child they were singing about And if jesus loves us black or white skin Why didn`t her white mother invite them in? When did it become a room for no blacks to step in? How did she already know not to ask the question Left lasting impressions Adolescence`s comforts gone She never thought things would ever change But she always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong Years later she found herself mississippi-bound To help stop the legalized lynching Of mr. willie mcgee But they couldnt stop it So they thought that theyd talk to the governor About what happened And say were tired of being used As an excuse to kill black men But the cops wouldnt let em past and These women they struck em as uppity So they hauled em all off to jail And they called it protective custody Then from her cell she heard her jailers Grumbling about outsiders And when she called him out And said she was from the south they shouted Why is a nice southern lady Making trouble for the governor? She said, i guess im not your type of lady And i guess im not your type of southerner. But before you call me traitor Well its plainest just to say I was a child in mississippi But im ashamed of it today She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong Imagine the world that youre standing within All of your neighbors and family and friends How would you cope Facing the fact The flesh on your hand Was tainted with sin She faced it every day People she saw on a regular basis People she loved in several cases People she knew were incredibly racist It was painful But she never stopped loving them Never stopped calling their name And she never stopped being a southern woman And she never stopped calling for change And she saw that her struggle Was in the tradition Of ancestors never aware of her It continues today The soul of a southerner Born of the other america She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong (narration ) |
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| 3:27 |
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Rival gangsters sit down
to plan an after-school program A religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project A group of teenage boys watches a video of a father playing catch with his son An adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples, fully clothed and smiling A record executive records a demo of his apology A policeman makes reverse 911 calls instructing residents to take to the streets A patriot reports for duty She′s wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign She′s ashamed of her birthplace But retreat is not an option Women and children Frontline Logon Tune in Stand and be counted Wounded Stationed In the belly of the vulture Watch your back Theres no civilians Women children Frontline Listen Consider this a distant early warning The fires imminent Pollution gathering dust particles Funneling through smokestacks Airwaves Bandwidth Disinformation tube fed Check the label Delete the virus Alert the masses Butterfly wing crosswinds send black hawks toward hurricane survivors Roses sprout from empty lots and sidewalk cracks Pacifist guerrillas move undetected through concrete jungles New forms are beginning to take shape Once-occupied minds are activating People are waking up The insurgency is alive and well Rise of the flobots Portrait of the new american insurgent Rattle and shake the foundation of the world order Assembly line consent Resist Refuse Inform Create Direct loved ones to the trenches Suit up Forge rubble into fortresses Plaster Cloth Aluminum Broken porcelain Rusted platinum Burn bloodstains from decompressed diamonds Hammer the battlecry into braille-studded armor We are building up a new world Do not sit idly by Do not remain neutral Do not rely on this broadcast alone We are only as strong as our signal There is a war going on for your mind If you are thinking you are winning Resistance is victory Defeat is impossible Your weapons are already in hand Reach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom Fight with tools Your fate and that of everyone you know depends on it |
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So much pain we
Dont know how to be but angry Feel infected like weve got gangrene Please dont let anybody try to change me Me Just me In the middle of a sea full of faces Full of faces Some laugh some salivate Whats in your alleyway Recycling bins or bullet cases Its not equal Its not fair Were different people But were not scared We aint never scared To pave a new path Make a new street Build a new bridge Say can you see by the dawns early light Free slaves running Songs words werent right Now a new days coming The few stay stunning while the many are handsome Your soul is alive but they want it for ransom The base drumming is the anthem We step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together weRise together we Lost hope and found need Grounded by our surroundings Did the walls scream universities Or you and i verse the tees React automatic and we burst when squeezed And make 9-11 each emergency Urgency amber to red like the turning leaves Oh please let the hurting cease Don`t let apathy police the populace We will march across Those stereotypes that were marked for us The answers obvious We switch the consonants Change the sword to words and lift continents Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we Rise together we If you believe in redemption I`m calling to you from another dimension If you believe in redemption I`m calling to you from another dimension If you believe in redemption I`m calling to you from another dimension If you believe in redemption I`m calling to you from another dimension(반복) |
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