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RADIATION
(Patti LaBelle!)
Cell towers have hell powers
People press phone to face for twelve hours
Disconnect your landline, you stepped on a landmine
Your ear canal is shaped like an &
Get a handsfree headset now if not sooner
before you sprout out a brain tumor named Junior
We're psychoslaves to microwaves
Get scalped just like a brave
High doses transmit videos
It's undisclosed and a lot that's unknown
If you not got a phone, you're still caught in a cone
So lift up your head and mark the speed that they spread
They're on rooftops between three and six stories
Older manuals issued more warnings
Before the war we took out telecoms
and cell towers appeared the very next morning
Guess what
Plenty dudes keep their cells by their nuts
so text message costs ten cents
plus less men in their stuff
Tower placement takes municipal bribes
kills pacemakers inside
So as these waves bounce down your ears
You're gonna hear more bout this in the next couple of years
Depleted Uranium
a byproduct from weapons and reactors
compact and aerosolize on impact
Windblown brimstone makes gulf war syndrome
Veterans get no medicine, effect set since been home
Cancer, stillbirths and blood in the tissue
G.I. Joe stands for Government Issue
A black man's no place in a white man's war
nor a white man when that white man's poor
Better whipped than equipped
with armor piercing rounds that disperse when they hit
Micron-type bombs switched
from Nagasaki to Iraq we
still kill with atoms
but without the fission
So what's the definition
of a nuclear war?
Mushroom clouds over cities? Or
nuclei changed from what they were before?
I think we let other people dictate our fears
We're gonna hear more bout this in the next couple of years
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Sampling Law (Phofo Mix)
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SAMPLING LAW
intellectual property
don't mean you can't copy me
just that you'd be sued by he who'd own
the monopoly
the law is the rich man's rifle
let the vulgar control culture and your life'll stifle
stop lyin--samplin was played and done
until Brian dropped the Grey Album
hiphop brings back rebellion
and if we did not, people could've forgot
gimme a break
the biggest thief is the government
(i'm) all alone naturally like gilbert o sullivan
license a fragment, lawyers get back-end
that should build the bands' labs
land grab like a sandcrab
there's no denying it
media became our natural environment
otherwise why are they advertising shit
on floors of stores, stickers on fruit,
songs, movies, even street interactions
corporations want it both ways
it's either natural environment
or illegal harrassment
now everybody's self-spun
avatar always available
an image to sell from
"Television is a medium because
it is neither rare nor well-done."
rappers with deals
clear better samples than kiehls
but if he don't make it his
that's when he steals
we manipulate tracks
like chuck schumer'll do
with his letter w and numeral 2
the rumors are true
humorous jews call suicide bombers
'baby kaboomers'. Fair use
is a gate, if copywrite is a fence
he who frames the debates holds greatest influence
fair use is sweet like pear juice
it has to be a parody
to lawfully have valid re
ason and contain a critique
or you'll get sued till next week
appropriated work is the target
don't be a hard head
sampling law
it's what the fans is clamoring faw
appropriate in good faith
recreate like a wood lathe
get spins infringe on copywrite
might not be right
select a fragment
or get burned by a fag-end
you went the wrong route
you played the song out
media will be ya natural
environment till i'm a
grampling pa
and that's my first draft rhyme about SAMPLING LAW
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A mass of Latin words falls on facts like soft snow,
blurs outlines, covers details, to make true what's not so.
The great enemy of clear language is insincerity.
Beware of thee scholars who use jargon and not clarity.
George Orwell names names, thinks language
is on the brink due to dictatorships, later quips:
A gap between one's real and declared aims
turns one to long words like cuttlefish spurt inks.
When one admits that nothing's certain one must also discover
that some things are much more nearly certain than others.
It is much more nearly certain that we're here tonight
-for example- than that this or that political party is right.
Certainly there are degrees of certainty,
or else one's landed in barren skepticism worthlessly.
-Bertrand Russell from "Am I An Atheist Or An Agnostic?"
a man whose urban hustle was professor of logic
On SNL, Ashlee Simpson appeared with Jude Law
but when she tried a new song, her back track cued wrong
If she'd gone with it, she'd have turned false to a real way
but the press that built her up had a field day.
I think if a show has enough spectacle
then pre recorded vocals are permissible.
Then the show's not about the power of the singer,
but the sets, cool effects, sight gags she brings with her.
in these kinds of shows the singer can be replaced-
a modular part, like a technician, dancer or face.
This need not be bad, from a standpoint that's visual
the person can be chosen for talents dancing and physical.
A dark Goth pop spectacle works best with a pale,
dark haired waif, who moves in an ethereal manner-
a buxom earth mother cast in this role would fail
and simply spoil the visual grammar.
But Ashlee's handlers don't revel in fakes
they strive for a pseudo-punk, emoter fronting her mates.
A manufactured manicured real so when curtain is pulled aside
and the fakery revealed there is embarrassment instead of pride.
so says david byrne inside his tour diary
contemplating real tho he's known for irony
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Oil (prod by DOOM)
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OIL
Control CFCs or ignore tomorrow’s problems and the rich will join the poor or starvin’.
Whether you toil in the soil or you’re royal’s the same thing.
“I love this crowd! Is this an audience or oil painting?”
Grief has four sections: Denial, Anger, Depression and Acceptance.
Science Guise’ll diagnose we’re headed for the second.
So chew on that and masticate.
Procrastinate makes what should go first go last and wait.
Whether oil peaks in 1960 or 2040 is weeks by cosmic standards.
Autos transferred from horses and’ll go back when oil depletes.
Antiques are scared stiff. “The edge of a plateau looks a lot like a cliff.”
Hindsight’s 20/20.
Finite can be many.
It took a century to drain the oil but there’s other fossil fuels.
CH4 has the smallest molecules.
Act now and change is still possible!
Millions of years ago, before land was man-owned,
plankton sank in to porous sandstone.
Inside the sediment, it changed to other elements as layers settled in.
Top rock is called the cap.
Oil and gas got trapped.
Now businessmen search for new veins to tap.
When wells slow down, oil’s cut with water.
UV from the sun makes the greenhouse hotter.
Infrared wavelengths from the ground, too long to pass through glass,
get trapped inside. In the same way, Earth gets over-hot from gas.
Whales, coal and timber burnt for tinder.
Global warming makes a colder winter.
Chernobyl warning didn’t hinder.
Nuclear may be cleaner than coal cinders as a whole
but neither is ideal so slow your roll!
You can’t love the first and hate the latter.
There’s always an effect when you change a state of matter.
We took the gas out the grounds and put it in the skies.
The morass compounds as China industrializes.
Demands can’t, and never again, will meet supplies.
Carbon forms as branched chains, straight chains and closed rings.
Two families: Alkanes and Alkenes.
As the structure varies, so does its production of things.
iPods, swings, fork and knife at the chip shop.
It’s hip-hop like Crip talk to wash out that Ziplock!
World War 2 was more than just gypsy or Jew. The US, an economilitary giant, grew.
Clinton undermined the Kyoto Treaty but W withdrew.
In Kyoto, Japan, they devised a plan to go low on co-two emissions, rather than a ban.
Tough systems would measure with computers but if the world’s worst polluters won’t sign, then that treaty’s neuter.
OPEC holds back, it is viewed, for kopeks, so next Iraq got jacked for its crude.
150 billion barrels. Arab apparel’s a ‘kaffiyeh,’ not a ‘towel.’
After 1,2, or 3 wars, oil will still be a nonrenewable resource.
Now we pay for our follies. Car corp.s took out hemp and trollies.
It’s a fix, both politics and getting out jollies. Who predicts
the new immigration when sky inflicts fire and desertification,
famine and flood, islands go glug, and malaria spreads to new areas from bugs?
We survive guided by stars.
Not enough to drive hybrid cars.
Respect arrives for this hide of ours.
Back on the range, attraction’ll change.
Shaved arm, waxed back, is bad for survival.
A strong women’ll keep you alive a lot longer.
Leave behind what’s too heavy, tv, torah or a bible.
Tribes’ll form from themselves. No resources for photovoltaic cells.
Too late for remorse that Natives can no longer help.
All things go in a circle. We work all day to pay what you burgle.
Yesterday is history, twist a tree and listen to Mr. B!
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Yo, is this supposed to be some sort of national holiday or something?
What do you say on that horrible anniversary?
You can't be sad, it's just like another day
The lunar calendar's more accurate anyway
Check it out
Happy September eleven
Remember the dismembered in heaven
Betrayers hit paydirt
when they portray the patriot as traitor
They cater to a denominator so uncommonly low
they don't even notice the economy slow
They eat genocide and fart brown brimstone
People who're still smiling got Down syndrome
With Pepé Le Pew at least the flowers regrew
Where Bush walks trees fall, I thought you knew
The man of the house handed his spouse and sons
land in Canada so put cash on the list
Nationalists are just euphemized racists
and should be tried by a jury of euthanized rapists
But the Nuremberg trial's a burden we haven't heard from in a while
The twenty dollar bill's just subliminal denial
That Andrew Jackson's a war criminal-o-phile
Pro-choice is pro-life unlike those pro-death low-life poachers
Support our soldiers by bringing them homewards
So happy September eleventh
Remember the dismembered in heaven
From space's perspective every day's a new moon
Viewing tomorrow's date as random tomorrow wouldn't be too soon
"HapSeptLeven," said the reverend
"They fell down to the ground and then they fell up to heaven
And not one went to hell, cause they were just victims
The system tricked 'em into selling insurance, currency trading, and prison procurance"
So happy September eleven
Remember the dismembered in heaven
The coalition of the willing kept the tradition of the shilling
Refused the Euro, crude oil makes a killing
both literal and figurative. Dig you're adrift and couch surf
Ouch, it hurts to live without turf
Can't rep a physical spot, love music a lot
What else the size of a tape can fill up a park?
Depleted uranium, a/k/a DU, soon a household word
A cash cow's gold egg layin' bird
don't hatch gold chicks to the cold world
Something's missin' from Christendom
They never listen. Dumb missionaries positioned
in a giant stew pot. It's too hot
But what they deserve, you got
Settle back. Now isn't that the true god calling the kettle black
Trying to see heaven in a metal jet pack
Head crack on the glass ceiling forcefield
Spit joints hit split points for grass-wielding, ass feeling door deals
Yield the floor to the minority whip
If he's rich, white and old, he's sure to be hip
Vote tally 43 - zip
57 abstained or didn't show
and expect you to vote or give 'em dough
So happy September eleven
Remember the dismembered in heaven
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48 Laws of Power (1-24)
I been in the game for years
it made me an animole
from honor role on a roll
to just pawn to go on the whole
not a fan of the scam
since the sonogram
then Monihan said,
man, you gotta scan
the 48 laws of power
may cause deflowerin
of your innocence, in a sense
teach how to devour
1
never outshine the master
even if cleverer or faster
you'll never get too far
if you reveal the true star you are
because it must offend
a hierarchy's discrepencies
2
never put too much trust in friends
learn how to use enemies or
spawn your mate's yawnin jaws of ingratitude.
thata dude!
48 laws and platitudes!
envy, ire and friendly fire
hire the enemy
my music makes ten 'a me
3
conceal your intentions
if they've no clue what you're up to
can't throw a wrench in the engine
guide them down the wrong path
make them do the long math
4
always say less than necessary
what you express can bury. spare the
anecdote and a quote or risk a stigma
stay an enigma quiet as kept
5
rep rep reputation is power's cornerstone
condone scorn and mourn alone
you're born a clone
6
so court attention at all cost
if people don't talk smack
then you're a small boss
fall across the limelight
and even when i'm wrong i'm right
why fight?
7
let others work for you and take the credit
don't forget, you're the big dick
he's just the head of the clit
8
Get it the same as the W
and Let the game come to you
Use bait. Get a new fate
before it's too late.
9
Who's next?:
Khrushchev denounced Stalin's atrocities before hundreds of men.
"You were a colleague of Stalin's. Why didn't you stop him then?"
"WHO SAID THAT?...........................................Now you know why..."
a breath battle's a death rattle
words are weak, cause ill will
results speak, instill skill
step off the seesaw
let the man free fall
this is not what they teach in prelaw
10
avoid the sad sack with bad luck
he carries a high risk virus that stuck
hang with the fortunate
go towards the light with the torch in it
11
keep people dependent
to extend an ended friendship
12
honesty works as an impassioned distraction
it's a blunt tool like the sheath the scalpel is wrapped in
stow your force
use a trojan horse to open doors
13
appeal to a need
to implement a deed
mutual benefit's different from greed
begging for mercy will just make him thirsty
and gratitude is an attitude leaders love to be freed from
14
pose as a friend, work as a spy
he disclose what he knows, the surface a lie
ask indirect questions to collect their intentions.
Arthur Schoepenhaur authored art for open power:
if you think you're being deceived,
act as if you believe
this will give the speaker courage to continue
and betray what's up his sleeve.
if you perceive he only halfway conceals,
express doubt. the man will reveal his reserve
and let the truth out
15
crush your enemy totally
mush him like roadkill. he
won't be able to heal and avenge the violated
he'll only stay silent if he's iron-plated annihilated
16
absence makes the heart grow fonder
overstayed your welcome, go yonder
no sponsor?
17
create value through scarcity
when you remove a product,
it is rarer than it appears to be
18
Bobby Fischer acted spazzily with Boris Spasky
and served his ass for free. that's the key.
put the psych in cyclone like i hype my mic-phone
isolation is nothing to write home about
you can't avoid pain.
conspiracies spring up like mushrooms after rain
19
Don't let your enemy engender energy entropy
if he can't take pokin fun
that's a smokin gun
to break out in a broken run from town.
clown an insecure man and he'll hunt you down
and some are too blunt to come around
20
Never commit to anyone
21
to make your mark feel smart, act plenty dumb.
if you're a Doogie Howser, play a broody bouncer.
22
if you can't win, surrender
that don't make you a coward.
the 48 laws of power
sours naivete
that'll be the day
you learn to devour
23
the spread thin can't win and move in a lead skin
mom who can afford one son
eats medicine to make a dead twin
concentrate your forces to the head of a pin
24
use the flattering scam
like a battering ram
do dirt, make an effort to be flirtier
be the perfect courtier
a little birdy heard many more
when we score
another 24
where there's riches there's robbery n
follow the scriptures of Robert Greene
you'll be seen and make a lotta green
or pose as a non-player and
pour water through a screen.
while you read the menu,
we feed on sinew.
25-48, to be continued
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Parents. Teachers. Groundskeepers. Guests.
Correctional Officers. Fellow parolees.
What shall we do when we have our own kids?
Give them twelve year bids after the bars come off the cribs?
Work within the system? Make them listen to the darkest lecture
in the architecture of a prison full of purity-scarred security guards?
It’s sure to be hard. Recess! Rush hurriedly to the yard.
Back-to-school nights are visitation rights and boredom is the warden. They’d be less ignored in private schools but can you afford them? Even then they’re fair to middling. They fiddled with inmates’ diddles and now they’ve got the Ritalin. A.D.D.: Another Dumb Doctor’s complicity. I’m about to Sub. Stitute teach? No, T.R.A.C.T.
So when the states fail and they can’t make bail, we’ll hold a jailbreak fake bake sale. Slow on the uptake? Well, below in this cupcake, there’s a file a mile wide with St. Assisi’s SATs and a reviled style guide.
Current Events.
Comparison/Contrast.
Cause and Effect.
Embarrassing bombast.
Five Paragraphs each get a topic sentence or “hook” for pop ascendance. So much plop, of course people stop attendance. This court loves to drop defendants. Allow me to leave an illusion dispelled. 98% of the graduates matriculate because it doesn’t count the kids expelled.
We could rehabeducate with art but we ain’t got paints. You can take your budgetary constraints and fudge it up your hairy taints. That means you, Principal Asswipe. You were worse for class than sass or grass in a glass pipe.
This isn’t hyperbole. It’s reality verbally.
And we don’t want weekends.
We need every day between.
If you might die when you’re twenty,
then you’re old when you’re fifteen.
I know! I’ll reopen the Black Mountain School
and bring back to us the abacus as a counting tool.
Y’all know what time it is. This is my Bauhaus.
We run around when it’s nice out and nobody kowtows.
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RZAVIEW
(Rza, pronounced riz'-uh, is a composer for film and TV.
He began as a rapper. His career had a growth spurt.
From flowed words to producer, Wu-Tang Clan founder and father,
Rza is also an actor and author.)
We met in New York after he drove his kids to the airport.
He held court in his hotel room, exhausted, a rare good sport.
"I'm a composer," Rza rose his voice. Knows the choice.
Stay in hip-hop ghetto or let go of noise.
"Stand still and stagnate in a bad state."
Weakness is revealed by brags, hate.
Rza's first soundtrack was for Jarmusch's "Ghost Dog".
Perhaps Rza at his most prog. Created a sound.
Elated, he'd found "Peter and the Wolf" by Sergei Prokofiev.
Assign instrument to each character–borrowed the concept.
As long as you move, you can't make a wrong step.
Needle-dropped "Kill Bill", stood behind cameraguy.
Scored whole range, Soul Plane, Unleashed, Afro Samurai.
Working off animatics was a challenge for Abbot.
Music has movement while drawings are static.
"Fifty piece orchestra can be $250 G's a week."
That's more than treats from Miss Freek-a-leek.
"So I got my digital orchestra.
Over forty keyboards recording free chords.
Sessioners' pay may not be restored.
Rza is talkative. Keyboard reps all octaves.
Mancini's sample scores have a lot to give.
Early eighties -- flashback to Times Square.
He and Ol Dirty Bastard stood in line there
to see triple-bill Chinese crime fare.
Blown away by discipline and ferocity.
Walked away with new styles and philosophy.
Sparred raps with each other, practicing constantly.
It was ODB, Ghostface, Raekwon, Deck, Rza,
Masta Killa, U-God, and Genius AKA Gza (jiz'-uh).
Rza based his urban young crew on verbal kung fu
though they sold crack on the curb and toted guns too.
Quoted Sun Tzu, "Strike at their gaps. Attack when they're lax.
Never let the enemy figure out how to act."
Rza became Abbot. Stat Isle became Shaolin.
Crew renamed Wu-Tang. New plans empowerin.
Come strong as a group then sign solo with dif labels.
Spend money on mansions, not just on cables.
Talking darts, rocking parties, won flock of hearts like Calista.
Edutainment from KRS-1. KRS came from KRiShna. Finish the mishna.
http://www.wutang-corp.com/news/article.php?id=356
rza forsaken like bacon had to take ten
from classic records made in the basement
Around 2000 Rza visited the real Shaolin Mountain
with Sifu Shi Yan-Ming who teach what chi and Chan* can bring.
They met the real Wudan abbot. Saw General Wu as black Asiatic.
An American saw snake and terrapin/turtle in Temple of Purple Cloud,
from which Zhen Wu hurtled out, higher in sky than the seraphim.
The case that god is a human ain't new to a true fan.
He changed lots of lives when he stotted the Wu Clan.
Which came first? The chicken or egg?
Man made god. Ain't that a kick in the head?
He got sticked and he bled. Rza said,
"Jesus said, 'Take me off the pedESTal
and polish your vessel.'" What makes you
different is what makes you special.
"What have you achieved that din't begin as a vision?"
"Good question," he said. "Some of my children."
He now writes "Wu-Tang Manual Volume 2: The Wisdom."
First chapter, "Universal Changer," he wrote as "lonely" teenager
By "lonely" I think he meant prison. From psycho slums
to microphones to Triton taiko drums, Rza has risen.
(Tomorrow's not a given. Make each moment count.
Over and out. Thanks for listenin ta Talkin Journalism.)
*Zen Buddhism
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UAofWA (Unauthorized Audiobiography of Weird Al)
Acknowledgements:
All the gents who make
life worth living in this indigent
hollow accomplishment.
Dedicated to the decimated
childhoods made renovated.
Oct. 23, 1959
born best selling recording humorist of all times
to first generation Americans who'd already got hang of it
Alfred Matthew Yankovic
Lynwood High School valedictorian
recorded in the bathroom and played accordion
Under humor rubric Dr Demento debuted it aka
Barry Hansen who knew a thingertwo bout music
He liked to write poems to Spike Jones
Pressed up his own records and biked home
Trained in architecture
Hired same directors rebuilt sets fer
classic videos-- often his were better
On the daily Hawaiian shirts and vans
On stage, fat suits and monster band hurt the fans
Killed em, sold out world tours filled with children
A symbol for freedom like Zildjian and Sabians
which his drummer uses
loses his glasses with LASer In Situ Keratomileusis
He cancelled interviews but still rolled through
when his folks died from no O2 and a closed flu
i bought his tapes the days they came out
He stays humble with fame and never claims clout
Sometimes satire falls flat like a flat tire
but false seriousness can also backfire
It's an act of balance many talents lacks
Check out his originals, like half his album tracks
with no curses. This verse has come to an end
Back in the days I was a "close personal friend"
Appendix: Discography:
Weird Al Yankovic, Weird Al in 3D,
Dare to be Stupid, Polka Party,
Even Worse, UHF, Off the Deep End,
Bad Hair Day, Running With Scissors,
and Poodle Hat.
He lives with his wife and daughter
where his cockatiel and poodle's at
We're through with that
Next audiobiography: Buckminster Fuller
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Paul Shot Ya (Live 2003)
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End of the Ice Age
Some nerve
From the slum then serve scum
Swerve into my bait and switch
Weight and pitch
Skate off the plate
The state gets rich
Badaboom badabling- bang
Forgot about that yin yang thing thang
It’s the end of the ice age
Here’s some sage advice
You forebears’ warfare
can’t afford the twelve gauge
to wave around and threaten with
They’re gettin dissed and choppin fists
in Sierra Leone
The mountain of lions
Recountin the times when
Compressed carbon shot up Kimberlites
a fountain of diamonds
for your million dollar wonderbra ironic readymade
Take a lick and taste the iron maiden machete blade
Get thee to a nunnery
Don’t give son a rea-
Son to run you out the country to Hungary
Eastern bloc Budapest
If beats could talk
This one say, ‘You da best’
What?
You’re embarrassed?
Flash your pearly whites
It’s gonna be an early night
You wanna hit the hay
But I got shit to say
You travel the world
You’re supposed to be worldly, right?
The editor in chief
Is a predator and thief
So it’s not in his interest to settle the beef
We save strength by sharing a wavelength
Diamond’s derived from ‘adamas’
Like adamantium in Wolverine
And is just one phase of pressurized carbon
Like buckminsterfullerene and graphite that writes gems
That can never be stolen
While diamonds are jewels to which kings are beholden
Yet the difference between em’s just an elecron’s alchemy
I watched Tower Two fall from a window
My Dad watched from his balcony
A year later I was rhymin bout diamonds
And two months after that I was shocked by the timin
Y’see big bro demanded a ring that had been secretly locked up
for the woman he’d knocked up
I guess he wanted to pay for the milk in her bra cup
Carrier pigeons were carrion birds
No ring a barrier to marryin words
There’s not a hindi that’s living
This kind of Indian giving
Give back the ring from mom’s wedding?
You’ve got to be kidding
Debeers is just as it appears
A shadowy entity that never clears
Less than to the nth degree
With iman as their spokesmodel
Reppin for her folk that’s broke like a Coke bottle
Free enterprise is lies once it’s centralized
Call off the battaleons for the galley of galleons
Stallions deserve to be forcefed
The horsehead whose blood
courses through your bed
you’re weak like no power steering
Roy Cohens assist the Keyfauver hearing
At home Boyzones in flower earrings
I’m no authority but you raise your kids horribly
So which is it? Carat or cut?
You ground down that stone to a nub and for what?
Why not mount it in its natural asymmetry?
How is it better by prismatic geometry?
Devalue the ballyhoo of rocks and lunchboxes
I’ve a hunch you’d join country clubs to hunt foxes
Diamonds are a dime a dozen
Compared to the crime against Moslems
Art and artifacts gone that prove we’re all cousins
And if I had my druthers, cousins be called brothers
Like we did back when our leaders were mothers
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Death row
C.O. said, "Let's go"
My sou'll get dough in escrow
Last supper?
I'll have what Christ had
Write kites to my seeds of advice like a nice dad
Whites worth twice the lice on a rice pad
Funny what guarantees people's protection
Would I prefer gas chamber or lethal injection?
Go kiss the nuts right beneath his erection
Spare me
Ya buggin like Mary Mary
S'is state execution or harikari coo-coo seppuku?
Should I dance maybe down the hall in a tutu?
File say I got the IQ of stew.
Shrug off a handler like shoulders got antlers
Outfoxed, more oxes than cattle ranchers
Boogedeh boogedeh
This beat is meshugenah
Don't know? Look it up
like a court-ordered attorney
Strapped in a gurney
Squirming but shackles hold me back firmly
Cuffed in the stall
Got nothin nice to say, say nothin at all
Sodium Pentathol's a sedative
I may look asleep yet the dead'll still live
IV flushed with saline then paralyzing agent
ensures breathing and muscle failing
IV flushed again then Potassium Chloride
Welcome to hell. I'll be your tour guide
Last thought as my lungs fill with blood:
Life begins at the moment you're loved.
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MC Paul Barman New York, New York
rest assured, the crested bird of nested words
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