Lyrics Artists in a Time of War - DC the MIDI Alien, Trademarc

Artists in a Time of War - DC the MIDI Alien, Trademarc
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Artists in a Time of War, artist - DC the MIDI Alien. Album song East Coast Avengers present DC the MIDI Alien : Avengers Airwaves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.2011
Record label: Brick
Song language: English

Artists in a Time of War

We are artists in a time of war
This ain’t a song, it’s a call to arms, bring 'em on, knives to firebombs
Whatever your firearms
I want a million man march, AR15s on shoulders
All of my soldiers, power to the people you see
Or I could bring my people to the powers
Where I could just reach you at home, but I’ll surely not preach you alone
I want free-thinking revolutionaries that refuse to bury their rights
Due to every government oversight at night
Y’all are glued to the tube, eating up the news like fast food
Like every soldier killed is glad to
Every single bill’s to tax you, every single bill’s just passed through
Steady phone calls harass you, while the National Debt’s around fourteen figures
But I figured ain’t nobody calling them pointing fingers
I want my government to fear me, flag me
Watch list, try and gag me
V for Vendetta black bag me
I intend to marry my right to bear arms
A militia mentality, rally me and move on
Behind enemy lines, with every line, I’m like Tiananmen
Can’t state my sentiments and my contemporaries?
They’re just temporarily dead weight
Way beyond local PD, it’s a fed case
To justify killing, you’re considered a head case
You ply with villains and you’re living in dead space
I mean blackball publicly your patriotism’s erased character defaced like stars
at last calls
As drunk straw witty one-liners that our city’s finest citizens
Are eating fine dinners in
Slipping in back doors and killing them slow
For such a rich country we got little to show
I don’t condole flying planes into two buildings but I understand kids shooting
school children (why)
Cause I reach that level myself, when everyone else start to look like the
devil himself, it doesn’t help
Everyday they betray foreigners as catalysts to coroners and killers
Like every Muslim born is suicide bombing his village and raping and pillage
and on 'til freedom is gone
That sells stickers and T-shirts but kids back from war a year later you could
stick 'em in deep earth
I got a message for politicians, I’m polishing my weapons and mission to be
abolishing their posh living
Like shooting fish in a barrel, glistening
Pistols carrying arm, like Marilyn, Christmas Caroling
Gone are those days
Y’all ain’t reap what you sow cause the last thing you’ll see is my muzzle
flash glow

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Artist lyrics: DC the MIDI Alien