| Yo, I raise my fist for revolution, extend my middle finger slow
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| If you don’t show respect, yo violence is the only thing I know
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| It’s in my family’s history, they’re souls still live in me
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| I’m from Autzwitz, Darkou, and Trablonka, not Italy
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| So no, I don’t love this country, this country funded that
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| Those numbers on my grandpa’s arm are from IBM and that’s a fuckin' fact
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| Stuck with rats, starvin' to death, while teacher’s get filled
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| With my grandpa’s brothers and sisters they killed
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| I wish I could build a time machine, so I could get to sit
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| With the S.T.D. |
| infested junkie injecting peasant shit
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| You see this knife, I’ll chop your head off with it
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| If I see a Swastika tattooed on you, even if I end up dead for it
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| It would be effortless, the hatred in my heart will never die
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| I swear to god, that’s the only reason that I even exercise
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| So I don’t care if you Semper Fi, Bruce Lee, or Brock Lesnar
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| I’ll put the sword to your fuckin' toe, and apply pressure
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| ["I was brought to uh, made alive ←-(?), were again assembled, on table of uh |
| In the direction of the gas chambers. |
| What later ←-(?) was happening,
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| uh the uh, guardpost and the guards told us uh, we’ll see you soon going out,
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| with the smoke of the chimneys."]
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| Yo, yo, every battles been corrupt from the Revolution to the Sand Wars
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| So I don’t pledge my allegience to your flag and the corporation for which it
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| stands for
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| It’s you that I feel bad for, false patriotic sceneaphobes
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| Claiming that your country’s the best, and you never left your state,
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| let alone seen the globe
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| Screaming, oh god bless America, and support the troops
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| Waiving pro-life banners while you abort the youth
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| Like every Muslim is a terrorist so let’s bomb their kids
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| For the god that we made up, is more powerful than their’s is
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| When did we get so careless, or is it just human nature
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| Maybe lady justice was blind folded, just so you could rape her
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| It’s all about the paper, or federal reserve notes
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| We used to be nomads, car, owned food and herd goats
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| But nowadays we kill for money, and fear our government |
| While the government should be scared of us, and fear our punishment
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| Trust me they moderate our income, and how we shop
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| And they’ve been watching my ass since way before this album dropped |