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Monetary fetishists are fucking up our rights
And running through out pockets as the monitor our lives
They feed us lies to keep us stupid, scared and full of hate
All so they can hook us on the shit that they create
Watch you while sleep
And listen when you speak
Pressing on all sides
And blinding all our eyes
They're snitches and they're Thieves
Control what you believe
Bunch of corporate thugs
Selling crack without the drugs
And the sum of their lives is a death march
Piggies out here looking like an army on the streets
To protect them from the people that they rape and shoot and beat
To protect their corporate masters from the masses of this land
As they swap us for machines in systematic profit plans
Watch you while sleep
And listen when you speak
Pressing on all sides
And blinding all our eyes
They're snitches and they're Thieves
Control what you believe
Bunch of corporate thugs
Selling crack without the drugs
And the sum of their lives is a death march
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Cop Next Door
03:17
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Living with a cop next door
Mfkr moving in right underneath our floor
Used to only see him in the streets
But now that mfkrs living right next to me
So much for protect & serve
You're only making our homelifes worse
You should really just fucking retire
Can't stop the homies from slashing your tires
I used to dream I used to scream but now it seems
Cop next door
I used toke I used to smoke but now I don't
Cop next door
Whoa whoa whoa
Cop next door
No more parties I'm always feeling shook
Everytime I see him it's only dirty looks
He beat his sister up, called the cops on us
Did everything he could just to fuck us up
I wish he would die or just move on but now we're sitting here & we're singing this song
We got our revenge he never got his way
Leaving music blasting every night we were away
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It's an abduction in the high beam of a flashlight, close encounters of the 12th kind on a slack night/ Stalag-tighter than the Mighty on a Bosstone, howlin' at the moon, I'm like a Husky on a hoss bone/ Slim Jesus pulled that stick out like Gretsky, I'm lost at sea flossy, DJ Khaled on a jet ski/ My recipe's heavy, late Elvis Presley, when I swing my pelvis freshly, in a jumpsuit, with a wedgie/ I'm edgy, like pyramids in Giza, Mona Lisa, Babygirl I get obscene I'm on that lean like tower Pisa (greased up)/ John Travolta tell the soundman turn the volts up... I'm King Kobra to these Ultras roll up
If religion is the opium then apathys the death of us
Forcing equilibrium on the entire populas
Sing a song of sinsemilla til the quill is tingling, jingle bells are ringin, Santa's fuckin up the shingling/ I'm mingling, no Christian, with half a pot to piss in. The laughin stock of half the flock to pack apocalypse in/ Ragnarok disaster got's to add the proper diction, I am the Opera Phantom Papi, and I chop in kitchens/ Cleaver thru the bone, Santoku thru the flesh. Depeche ala Mode, son let's smoke some Budapest/ While coppers get the drop, Glocks are poppin like a crack pipe, lines got em open in the ocean don't get gaslighted up/ Fast life, burn the candle gotcha cash right, bombs over Chernoybl it's uranium at half life...
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Go On & Call Them
01:43
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How do they sleep at night. Evil demons living lies. Their inaction justified. Destroying poor so rich can thrive.
Go on & call 'em then. You already know. Go on & call 'em then. They're never gonna show.
Time we take back our lives. Stand as one & finally fight. Overthrow oppressive reichs. Free ourselves from wretched binds. ACAB.
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Living in excess
at someone elses Expense
Half the population is in debt
no one can pay the rent!
(Make them pay)
Why do you Live outside your means
(Make them pay)
Wealth vs poverty were all human beings
(Make them pay)
Addiction to wealth is your disease
Children starving in the street
No shoes and nothing to eat
Down with the one percent
Let us fight and never forget!
DIE ON YOUR KNEES
OR FIGHT WITH YOUR HANDS
GET ON YOUR FEET
SLAM IN SOME HEADS
THEY DONT WANT PEACE
THEN BRING THEM A WAR
CLENCH YOUR TEETH
AND YELL OUT "NO MORE"
TIME TO GET UP
TIME TO DESTROY
ALL EMPIRES WILL FALL
INTO A FIREY STORM
IN ALL THAT YOU DO
ALL THAT YOU SAY
...
MAKE THEM PAY
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Losing my mind & control of my brain. I think this is it, I'm going insane. Can't even take it, finally fucking lost it. So I found a fucking doc because I couldn't fucking take it & she gave me a bunch of pills and said I had to fucking take them I thought "how it goes"
I hate my life, but hate cops more. Every night I'd find myself on the floor. Wondering how I got through this shit before. Facing my mortality, hoping I can get some sleep. Wondering if this is all some fucked kind of dream.
This pain will fade again someday, 'till then we all commiserate.
Step into my shoes. See how it feels to lose. Then try to justify all your sick elitist views. People need the help. Programs need the backing. Everything could use a little funding but the man doesn't think that it's important but the kids keep fucking dying it's the nightly leading story. Fuck that shit.
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Boat Cops Suck
01:02
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Out on the water, protecting the land
Use any excuse to keep a gun in your hand
Not cut for the streets, now on the waterways
Your inadequacies will not be kept at bay
Your ego won’t float with that life jacket vest
Try as you might to puff out your chest
You think you’re something special, but no one gives a fuck
Even the judge knows…
Boat cops suck
Continue the case, wasting my time
Just so you can get your story in line
Report to the judge is riddled with lies
You can’t even remember the color of my eyes
Baseless accusations and unfounded claims
You play with reality like it’s some kind of game
You ruined my night but you can’t control my life
It’s not bad luck …
Boat cops suck
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Sign a lease, choked by the leash seeking shelter famine or feast this is belly of the beast
Opportunity out of reach
I paid my rent today cause I just got paid but I can't get back to sleep because now I'm right back into debt.
Rent this high should be a crime
We are struggling to survive
Rent this high Is a fucking crime
Living off Nickels and dimes
The Struggle is real every single day needing some help in every single way, can’t find work, there’s no work to be done! We must organize and overcome
Check to check. Losing bets. Paying feds 'til I'm dead. Living off scraps of bread.
(A) System for profit
abuses the people!
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No Borders ft. Cubanito
02:58
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Nada en mis manos
Aqui llego alborotado
Y en mis venas traigo algo
Mas que sangre corre bravo
Es candela es un fuego
Que me quema mas por dentro
Y si sale ya tu sabes
Ir amíl seria my lento
Lo que encuentro es carbón
En los sonidos de canción
Solo quedarán cenizas
Del estado de inmigración
Porque no se ven paredes
Solo rayitas pintadas
No hay nada que nos para
De unirnos y cruzarlas
Sin fronteras
Sin control
En mis sueños veo un hilo
Que nos hace ahorcar
Voces del nacionalismo
Bien difícil de aguantar
Pero aguantamos mucho
En los hombros y la mente
Caminando o en balsa
Siempre en contra del corriente
Ese hilo que soñé
Seria facil de cortar
Si nos despertamos juntos
Y con voz alta cantar
Ese coro que escuchan
Cuando vamos a marchar
Por los DErechos humanos
Ya es hora de luchar
Nothing in my hands
I arrived all messed up (fucked up, rowdy, angry)
Bringing something in my veins*
More than blood, coursing angrily
It’s a flame It’s a fire
That burns me up inside
And if it comes out you already know
Running away really fast would be too slow
What I’ve found are charcoal briquettes
In the sounds of this song
I’ll be leaving only ashes
Of the (current) state of immigration
Because you can’t see any walls
Only little painted lines
There’s nothing stopping us
From uniting and crossing them
No Borders
No Control
In my dreams I see a thread (string)
That chokes us all
Nationalist voices (rhetoric)
That’s difficult to bear
But we bear so much
On our shoulders and in our minds
Whether walking or rafting
We’re always going against the current
But that string from my dreams
Is easy to cut
If we wake up together
And unite our voices to sing
That chorus that you hear
As we march forward
For the sake of human rights
It’s time to fight
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Thin Blue Crime
03:34
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Fuck your job, fuck your profession that’s just me, this is my confession these cops are out of control
let’s squad up it’s time to roll!
Parents grabbing shovels to bury their kids
Is this a life you really wanna live?
Take from the family and never give back
That’s why we are here to attack!
Taking lives over time is genocide
Thin blue crime
More than fines serving time for every life
Thin blue crime
Blue Uniform kept nice and neat
Hassling people living on the street begging for money to get some food
Arresting kids for bad attitudes
Steal and lie they do it all the time
Treating people so unkind
Police brutality still on the rise
It ends here no compromise
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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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