Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Thieves Banquet, Pt. 2, artist - Akala. Album song The Thieves Banquet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2013
Record label: Illa State
Song language: English
The Thieves Banquet, Pt. 2 |
Towards the end of the feast the devil decided |
He was so inspired, he couldn’t be bothered with giving no prizes |
In fact he said he would just retire |
Cos he could see that what was required |
To keep our children living in fire |
Could be supplied by these thieves and these liars |
Who had respectable titles |
So he pronounced that he would bounce |
Go back to hell as his house |
Co-sign his work to these thieves like it was just an ounce |
We know not what what was said |
But still live with the effects |
Of what was agreed by the greed |
That night on the Banquet of thieves |
The gist is this: The devil bestowed |
All of the powers for ruling the globe |
Only to those who would sell their soul |
And take the devilish oath |
I solemnly swear to steal and kill |
Not because i’m hungry for meals |
But because my hundreds and millions |
I wanna see turned into billions |
I solemnly swear to make a place |
Where women and children are raped every day |
Where some eat ourselves to death |
And others can’t get a crumb on the plate |
I solemnly swear to turn the globe |
Into a living hell for most |
And drug with death, anything left |
That grows or has a pulse |
The monarchs and dictators, religious leaders and the bankers |
Had one more course before they could complete the Banquet |
Screaming and panting, baby children were brought on plates |
The end of their tantrums came |
When they were stabbed in the heart with a stake |
And chopped into pieces, served raw with the blood still warm |
All the thieves gobbled down the children without a second thought |
The devil explained; |
if ever they got to a place where they suffered pain |
Or the slightest of shame, for killing a child |
They should leave the game |
Cos the noblest aim is to turn a child’s flesh to flames |
For the hollow concept called profit so known as personal gain |
The devil explained, there is a god, death is his name |
So treat this life as if it was nothing more than a monopoly game |
So get to work |
There’s people to starve and people to slaughter |
And also to torture, any rebellious son or daughter |
If ever you fail, or find yourself getting to frail |
An angry devil will be forced to return from the comfort of hell |
(rand of applause) |
All the thieves got up from their seats kand gave the devil applause |
Bayby’s blood dripping from their jaws, totally reddend the floor |
With that the devil vanished |
And left the thieves in the palace |
The banker was the first to speak on how they could meet the challenge |
Look my fellow thieves |
As long as we unite on the scheme |
We’ll be living with dreams |
There’s never been a team this mean |
Yes Spiritual death |
Is what I provide at the devils request |
Monarchs can make laws and the courts |
That would serve and protect |
Our interests and nothing else |
Commoners can fuck themselves |
Cos we all see, democracy will just fuck up our wealth |
That’s where I can add some value |
To this gathering of men |
I can kill in broad daylight |
I don’t have to pretend |
I can do the things that all you rich developed countries can’t be seen to do |
in public |
But we all know you love it |
Yes! |
And we can pretend we’re enemies, still at war with each other |
Though we couldn’t be further from the truth we are practically lovers |
You’re quite right mr Banker deception must be used |
We’ll hire prostitutes to spread our views |
And call it news |
Another set of prostitutes that call themselves artists |
To say what we tell them to |
Spineless Bastards |
Religious leader |
Thou art a wonderful thief |
The last thing that we do need before our schemes complete |
Is a set of puppet politicians |
That talk a lot |
That the people think hold the power but they’re really our dogs |
Yes yes yes, yes oh fucking yes! |
Let us drink to murder and theft |
Until there’s nothing left |
The thieves took a toast of warm blood |
And nearly drowned in laughter |
The Bankers passed out a charter |
That they had carefully drafted |
For the international organisation |
Of theft and murder |
If we could sign this in blood |
It would be totally perfect! |
That’s what they did |
They took the child’s bleeding finger |
To sign a commitment |
To keep the human spirit a prisoner |
That’s how it’s been since then |
A cannibalistic system |
Run by themes dressed in death |
Blessed with the devils wisdom |