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01:06
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Crumble Nation
03:11
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Let’s get ready to crumble!
In this corner: a staggering contender
Weighing in at over 7-billion pawns
1-billon cops and over a trillion dollars in debt
It’s everybody else!
And in this corner:
G-thug$ in the east coast bitch
D-Ray the D.J. Raymond
Bryon “blood clot, pissed in her mouth” Plotts
And Cliza the master Bates
Ladies and Gentlemen: it’s the homegrown heretics,
The streets untreated swage, proudly introducing:
It’s SiBANNAC!
It’s been 7 long yeas we’re still the realest around
Still cause a fuckin’ ruckus wherever we come around
There’s been ups and there’s downs
But if there’s one thing I’ve found
Its that its damn hard to pick these fucking thorns out my cracked crown
And we’ve been sippin’ on Colt 45 and smoking crack rock
Car full of smoke and a trunk full of dead cops
Aint gonna stop, smoke this bitch up like a cash crop
Fucking glorious and our beats break the bedrock
In our nations arms, out of harms way
Living life’s sublime, working to decay
Politicians smoke, starving children choke
Rents aren’t getting paid and the cops are the joke
And we’re out on the streets, we’re out on the skids
And we’re packing more heat then the Columbine kids
Yeah, we stared this shit and we aren’t gonna stop
‘Till we lynch all the yuppies and curb stomp the cops
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So what the fuck?
You sell this fucking world off to anyone who’ll pay
The innocents you lock up and the crooks that you obey
The starving that you ignore and the nations that you feed
The industries you bring up just to satisfy your greed
The truth you say is bullshit and the lies you say are real
The pockets that you’re lining and the money that you steal
The bullshit flag your flying and my bullshit fucking wage
The peace that’s still a fantasy the wars that fucking rage
Chorus: Your hands in my pocket
And your finger on the button
Foot is on my throat
You will never be forgotten
Pawns are fucking marching to battles you create
The souls your fucking crushing and the minds that you sedate
You kill off all our brain cells and you feed our heads with lies
The mountains that you dynamite the rivers that you dry
Chorus
Your hands, my wallet
Your feet, my throat
Pawns are fucking marching to battles you create
The souls your fucking crushing and the minds that you sedate
You kill off all our brain cells and you feed our heads with lies
The mountains that you dynamite the rivers that you dry
The propaganda that you spit, the media you own
The poison that your reaping from Monsanto seeds you sewn
You sell this fucking world off to anyone who’ll pay
The innocents you lock and the crocks that you obey
The starving that you ignore and the nations that you feed
The industries you bring up just to satisfy your greed
The truth you say is bullshit and the lies you say are real
The pockets that you’re lining and the money that you steal
Your hands, my pocket
Your foot, my throat
Chorus X2
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4. |
Piss on Everything
02:40
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Fuji’s on a rampage
Fuji’s gonna fight
Full moon on a Saturday &
Fuji’s gonna kill tonight
Fuji got us here tonight so bring it right
Fuji’s on a rampage Fuji start a Fuji fight
Chorus: We love you Fuji
Piss on everything
Fuji made the doop.
The doop was fucking great
The doop gave the Christians and the cops something to hate
Fuji brought the party
Fuji brought the beer
Fuji’s half the reason we’re even fucking playing here
Chorus
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5. |
Free the Beast
03:54
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Can’t escape the situation
Palms are sweating, mind is racing.
Can’t escape the situation
Palms are sweating, mind is racing.
Sweat the daily indignation's
Free the beast and end your patience
Press the power test the glory
Cut this bullshit out the story
Wash your hands when they get gory
Cross your fingers fake a story
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6. |
At Least We Have One
02:53
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I got these holes in my head they help brain breathe
I got everything I deserve and that’s more then I need
I'm not quite broke for once, my friend is off morphine
And I can’t help but think something good might come of me
Chorus: Because the news, the news is shit
And the people can’t stop any of it
Or the war, the president’s claim to fame
But don’t let your freedoms make you pawns in the game
Don’t let your freedoms make you pawns in the game (X4)
I got these holes in my shoes they keep me light on my feet
I got these voices in my head at least my dreams aren’t boring
I’m lying next to you and smoking up that weed
And I can’t help but thing something good might come of me
Chorus
Don’t let your freedoms make you pawns in the game (X4)
And in the end, it’s true we’re all gonna die
So, the only real question is: did you try?
Try for yourself try for your peers
Try for your aspirations try for your fears
Don’t let your freedoms make you pawns in the game (X4)
Chorus (X2)
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Chicago 28
01:40
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Your wear a badge and gun to work
But if your fellow officer
He doesn’t like your skin color
Then you’re royally fucked
They didn’t fucking hesitate
And you find out way too late
That this is how they operate
And you’re shit out of luck
Chorus: Chicago 28
They shot based on race
They didn’t hesitate
Chicago 28
The evidence is locked up tight
They lied and cheated, falsified
Bet they wish that you had died
But now you’re getting framed
Been a bull for all these years
But now this shit is switching gears
And a couple of your peers
Just shot you based on race
Chorus: Chicago 28
Shot you in the face
They didn’t hesitate
Chicago 28
Your wear a badge and gun to work
But if your fellow officer
He doesn’t like your skin color
Then you’re royally fucked
The didn’t fucking hesitate
And you find out way too late
That this is how they operate
And you’re shit out of luck
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Plotts'n'Pans
01:23
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Dark Skank
02:10
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Swing on your left as you step to the side
Switching up your pace and now you’re skanking offline
And fucking up this scene without no reason or rhyme cause we disappear and reappear we’re skanking on the dark side
Rude boy on your left will catch you right upside your dome
But you’ll barely even notice until after you get home
Spinnin’ and we’re jumpin and we’re all on for this ride
Chorus: Cause we’re cranking out that heavy shit and we’re
kicking out a dark skank (x4)
Hipsters back the fuck up or their ass is getting hit
Cause we’re four out on the floor
now and we’re not taking any shit
Cringing and they’re crying getting hit from every side
That’s what you get when out of zone
and skankin’ with a dark skank
With a dark skank (x4)
Chorus
Hippies on the left & hipsters on the right
We’re up in the middle killing everything in sight
They’re laid out on the floor
I think they’re gonna cry
We just came to kick it up and crank it with a dark skank
Rude boy on your left will catch you right upside your dome
But you’ll barely even notice until after you get home
Spinnin’ and we’re jumpin and we’re all on for this ride
And we’re kickin’ out that heavy shit and we’re crankin’ with some dark skank
With a dark skank (x7)
You’re a dark skank
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10. |
Murder Dub
01:56
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11. |
Day by Day
02:43
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No man is a island, we’re all stuck in a boat
We need each other now ‘n’ then to help us keep afloat
So lock you doors and windows and shut yourself away
But you’re only fucking hiding from your own identity
Don’t want nobodies help and you don’t want no ones advice
You’ll only set yourself up for a fucking shitty life
Don’t want nobodies help and you don’t want no ones advice
Well you’ll only set yourself up for a fucking shitty life
Chorus: Cause you can live your life in a concrete cage
Or you can break the law living day by day
But you’re gonna need someone eventually
Someone around you to keep yourself sane
You can live your life in a concrete cage
Or you can break the law living day by day
But you’re gonna need someone eventually
Someone around you to keep yourself sane
You’re gonna make it on your own you don’t need any help
And then you’re all alone and you can only blame yourself
If you don’t get outside you’re gonna drive yourself insane
And no ones gonna have your back if you push them away
The only thing that’s left of you when you die and go
Are the stories that are told by the people that you know
The only thing that’s left of you when you die and go
Are the stories told about you from the people that you know
Chorus
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Thrash Collector
01:33
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No! Your lives aren’t your own
You fucking know it too
You parked your SUV inside this corporate dysney land
Where you swapped your mind and soul for systematic profit plans
And you just want to sit inside and watch TV
As you waste away and wallow in your mediocrity
And free speech is treason there’s poison in the air
But if you even noticed then you wouldn’t fucking care
You signed away you life to a business scam
And they’re wearing down your mind with their demands
Choking on the dick of this war machine
Till you crack under the pressures of society
You just want to sit inside and watch TV
As you waste away and wallow in your mediocrity
And free speech is treason there’s poison in the air
But if you even noticed then you wouldn’t fucking care
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13. |
What Came First?
01:40
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Mouths to Feed
02:16
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Last night was a battlefield
Saw them soldiers drained and killed
Trees got burned and beer is spilled
Till we’ve blacked out we’ve had our fill
Win victories on broken knees
Got mouths to feed with this CD
Want something more than THC
And fucked up dreams inside my brain
Chorus: Wake up in the afternoon and piss away the day
Wait until the moments when the sun will go away
Cause that’s when the strays they all come out to play
In parking lots and gutters and in the alleyways
Last night was a prison break
We swam upstream this dirty lake
Those piggies looked across the state
But none of my friends took the bait
I don’t know where we fit between
Autonomy and unity
But we don’t make false promises
And that shits good enough for me
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15. |
40's & Friends
04:04
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How it goes, nobody knows
If this world of hate
Was made for me or the bro’s
But while they’re on top
The politicians and cops
Got no respect for me
They just want my fucking pot
Chorus: Colt 45,
The 40’s keep me alive
Passing time
With friends that are kind (X2)
Rent is a joke
I’d rather have another toke
I spent one of my last dollars
On an album that my buddy wrote
But he sold out a puppet with a mouth
Now I’m on my last dollar
And he owns the town
Chorus
Boss is a jerk
Fucked is my work
But my bills aren’t getting paid
And my debts still lurk
Watching every move
Wanting to leave this room
That pussy you’ve been chasing
Aint leaving any time soon
And so we wait…
Pride decays, she’s looking good
But she doesn’t even know your name
She leaves with a friend
Another dream ends
But that won’t keep us
From dreaming again
Chorus
Cops took my life
After they took my pocketknife
They took my last fucking brew
And ruined my life
It wasn’t past two
So I got another brew
So I could sit and stew
And bitch with the crew
Its how you past time
Criminally or sublime
That makes us sane
And our friends so kind
Cause on top looking down
It fucking sucks
With a brain that’s
Controlled by the dicks you fucked
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16. |
To My Boy L.A.
13:12
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SiBANNÄC Chapel Hill, North Carolina
SiBANNAC is a boisterous, high energy ska/punk Trio from Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Established in 2007, SiBANNAC continues to record and perform classic politically charged crack rock steady sounds made famous by bands like No Cash, Choking Victim & Operation Ivy. Calling it in 2023 SiBANNAC cemented their legacy with their final album Closing Statement. ... more
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