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G.I. Joe motherfucker cock-rock-n-roll
Mama’s baby blue-eyed boy on death squad patrol
Thought Mogadishu would teach you
Not to stir a sleeping tomb
They’ll ship you back in a plastic sack
The trophy of some Beltway hack
Blood and mourning
Page-12 stories
Scrubbed with chlorine
So fucking boring
Hiding out in Mission town
Like a dusty Tikrit hole
You can hang with insane hand wringers
So guilty about their role
With teary eyes they eulogize
The bloodstains on their gold
Cry for the poor brown children
‘Til they learn to throw a stone
Napalm mornings
Rinsed with chlorine
Page-12 stories
So fucking boring
They will try to poison the breech
You must resist!
Open the cracks for our defeat
We must resist!
Their cold tactics lack a heart equipped to beat
They must concede
If we are not fooled to provide the tools
They must retreat!
We’ve got you on the run
Motherfucker on the run
We’ve got you on the run.
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GATES OF RENAULT
02:41
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We reached the gates of Renault
But we failed to seize the means of control
And at the end of the day
With sutured lips we sadly say
Tomorrow we’ll be off earning our pay
Some things said seem so strange
Lost in the space just out of range
Should hostile forces manage
To hack us into parts
Hopefully children will see
It wasn’t for lack of a heart
Fractures and divisions
In vantage points are found
And it can sometimes seem so fruitless
To attempt to reach a common ground
But with language strung between us
And words that build like steel
A bridge built between us
Can sometimes seem so real
Some things said seem so strange
Lost in the space just out of range
Should hostile forces manage
To hack us into parts
Hopefully the young will see
It wasn’t for lack of a heart
Sat down to write this letter
Five years ago today
With the hope that I might find
Something more to say
But the gates have long froze solid
Heroic words are gone
As we wait out days with cathode rays
That never really numb
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PLEIADIAN DISPATCH
01:18
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Transhuman hybrid
A biological test
Transhuman hybrid
A psychological mess
And miles down
Blueprints are found
Drawn by the hands of a cryonic corpse
Theorems in praxis attempting to access
A confidential human source
Monkey, seems your age has come
Mammal interface with silicon
The final phase for a skull-fucked drone
At least you’re not alone
In your Rotastak home
The shag, the twist, the passive resist
Monkey, amuse us with your futile flail
Go and bang a fist on your petri dish
But don’t forget when there are threats
They terminate experiments
Transhuman hybrid
A biological test
Transhuman hybrid
A psychological mess
And miles down
Your gut makes a sound
Signaling your only chance for escape
Follow orders that come from below
You know it might not be too late
A strategy of tension
Vents the pressure off
No need for intervention
So long as we’re just talk
The shank, the stick
A painful groin kick
But guard your anger monkey
‘Cause they plan to harvest it
They aim to contain and bleed us dry
‘Cause capital got no culture
So for now we’re kept alive
And I just want to be myself
This is not me
I just wanna be myself
But they stab you in the heart
Before they throw you on the shelf
So fuck you and your android army!
Fuck you and your android army.
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FALLOUT
01:03
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SOFT POWER
03:00
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Your head has a price
They’ll make three attempts
On your life:
Bribes, fire, attrition
Their only condition
That you surrender our
Strategic position
Immolation
Collaboration
HT teams with their M16s
Chart stale descriptions
While waiting out now
Take the time to think about
Your condition
’Cause when the effigies burn
Yeah you think you’d fucking learn
The vital role you play
In the operation...
In any hemisphere far or near
Defeat can be contagious
Some of my friends to that end
Have forgot they seek to flay us
To them it’s all the same
We’re all just Human Terrain
A neutralized population
Soft power
It’s your funeral just the same
Soft powder burns
They’ll break you either way
Signs of end time
But you’re not afraid
They plucked out your mind
At least you got paid and praise
Let me tell you about
Your rot bloated colony of the dead
They borrow your blood
But keep you warm and fed
Click click photos for your document
More precious than commitments
You resent
And I detect the faint scent
Of promises bought and spent
Bodies piled high, washed aside
With a steady supply of…
Bloody money
Bloody money
When black Kreuzberg shouts
Get these fuckers out
Bloody money, poisoning soil
When Gary Gersh strums at your gates
Don’t hesitate to drop the...
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7. |
PUBLIC POLICY PAPER
03:50
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I am the invisible hand
Of market myth and new urban plans
I’ll tell you something
you don’t fucking understand
We’ll burn this village to save it!
But who here cares to confess their crimes
Not the white flight children
Deployed from the hive
Nightly incursions of drunken diversion
A colonial tourist contagion
I hope you know these words
were meant for you
I hope you know these words
were meant for…
Flunkies goin’ out and gettin’ down
The bar bus runs through Mission town
Flunkies nodding out, stumblin’ around
How banlieue eyes could testify
Flunkies rolling out to drive us out
Like cholera for Selous Scouts
Pacify the populace
Depopulate Necropolis
I am the white right hand
of fascist Falange organization
From quiet suburbs our murmurs
are heard sayin’
‘Take that city and raze it!’
But who remembers Yulanda Ward?
Not the cold HUD computers
Where her memory is stored
They’ll blow any levee
just to drive out the poor
Some call it counterinsurgent containment
I hope you know these
words were meant for you
I hope you know
these words were meant for…
Flunkies goin’ out and gettin’ down
The bar bus runs through Mission town
Flunkies nodding out, stumblin’ around
How banlieue eyes could testify
Flunkies rolling out to drive us out
Like cholera for Selous Scouts
Pacify Necropolis
Inoculate its populace
They’ll send you off in the old pine box
Prepped for Lethe and packed with cedar
Rumored talk of your heads on the block
Now take this message back to your leader
Scatter hearts in shallow plots
Make them earn those wages!
Fuck fantasies of those
With the will to build and fill
Ten thousand Dheisheh cages, but
Time has come
Must go home
Etched is the tome
In every stone thrown
At better Hebron homes:
Yankee Motherfuckers,
Time to find your way home
The clocks have dropped the cover of time.
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(VIOLENT INTERLUDE)
00:45
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9. |
WHITE BELLY RAT
01:47
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Denial
Denial
I saw you lined up with the cops
Denial
Denial
They called you in to clear the block
And there’s a place that we call hell
A comfy space patiently awaits
So long as you got something to sell
When it’s powder kegs
Organize a parade
Avoid a confrontation
With orange vests
And yellow tape
To calm the situation
I found out a little too late...
But anger still spilled on the mall
400 cameras there to catch it all
When the town goes dumb
Some rats will run
To guard the merchants’ fruits
But I salute the Broadway youths
Who held back Hitler’s troops
Just an observation
How could you be there?
We each arm our stations
None of it is fair
I found out a little too late what you are
I found out a little too late that you were in
Denial, denial
Denial.
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11. |
TINY CUPS
03:46
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They put you down in a hot LZ
Left gargling glass and gasoline
Took heavy fire on all sides
From those taught to turn the turrets
On potential allies
In any theater of operations
Fuck the pretense and calculation
Only honesty will fill the void
Left by psycho fuck foot soldiers
Set on search and destroy
Pissing daily into us like tiny cups
One day we will surely flood
It’s just drama-droid ploy
To extract your precious blood
Two fresh marks bleed your passion
It’s just a false choice
Their white noise
A waste of ammunition
Like the Morning Show
A twisted train wreck
Of coked up hellos
And animatronic intent
And when lights go dim
Cameras cut to fade
Don’t think we can’t see you
Stumbling off your stage
Hurry home to your tomb
To stave off the gloom
With your daily dose chased with
Formaldehyde
Pissing daily into us like tiny cups
One day we will surely flood
It’s just drama-droid ploy
To extract your precious blood
Two fresh marks bleed your passion
It’s just a false choice
Their white noise
Expends your last munitions
And there’ve been times
When I spouted that bullshit line
Happily lapping up dog food and mace
Too scared to quit their alien race
Such a sad waste of time
Digging all those daggers out of your behind
If we could learn to turn that anger and hate
Against the ones who find fun
Dangling us as bait
Pissing daily into us like tiny cups
One day we will surely flood
It’s just drama-droid ploy
To extract your precious blood
Two fresh marks bleed your passion
It’s just a false choice
Their white noise
It bleeds your ammunition
Wounded animals
The time is now
Lets make a stand
While we still fucking can
Realize the strength you hold
When you turn around and find you’re not alone
Find each other in affinity
Unleash this vitriol…
Pissing daily into us like tiny cups.
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