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[Verse 1: Esoteric]

Hm, would I take a bullet for him?
I’d rather find a radical trigger and pull it for him
I know he got his head up ass, someone should set up his ass
Sniper rifle, put some lead up his ass
Go blasting but as I say that I pray that it doesn’t happen
I pray that I won’t be slacking when traitors get to attacking
When facing off with assassins, I’m older and wiser
My only mode and desire, protect that golden messiah
Yeah that’s the goal for the liar that I was hired to save
And if they kill me I’m a hero, they say dying is brave
But he’s the one who made his bed, he oughta lie in his grave 
We secret service making people nervous try and behave
It’s ninety degrees in the shade at the tyrant’s parade
You could say violence paved the way for this
He might pay for this, some psychopath might slay for this
When they look for the head of this American abrasiveness
All signs point to this place in time
If a lunatic’s in the crowd, what’s going through his mind?

[Verse 2: Trademarc]

I’m making peace with whatever God hate me the least
It be whatever God plays in this beast in me
The motorcade’s reaching me in less than a mile
Whole brigade of secret service checking my file
Defeat the purpose of me being discreet
The whole street’s overflowing and the crowd’s only growing by the moment
Brainwashed Americans settling while police barricade
A group of angry veterans holding signs with lines
Like it should’ve been him instead of them
I’ve seen better men on death row in prison
While lesser men are making all of our decisions
My vision of freedom has got me feeding high-powered rifles
And my disciples are rightfully blessing my weapon
The cycle of recession and depression got me investing
Whatever’s left in my chequing
My obsession with ending oppression
And my aggression is gonna leave an impression
It’s an expression of rage of a generation raised
On the failed expectation of better days
He’s raised up on center stage
Heaven forbade my plans, the devil stays my hands
The trembling, the band on the grand stand
Play for the same man I plan to scan and blam
Blow his brains through the back of his black sedan
Time for a lullaby, time to serenade him to sleep
Shut his eyes like the shutters I snap on the front page
With blood in the sky my weapon is raised
It’s high time the trigger’s engaged

[Verse 3: Esoteric]

I heard a shot and you know the fate of Malcolm
I heard the cries for help and I heard the canines yelping
I thought the shooter missed him
Until I felt the blood splatter my face like a sprinkler system
Fuck I wipe it off, somebody sniped my boss
I check his pulse, his life is lost
Am I convicted by the results? Yes in photos I grieve
But internally I’m totally pleased, I’m hoping nobody sees
So I appear emotional and deceive
While his wife cries with his blood soak through his sleeve
So poetic that he sees the death his soldiers received
So what a sociopathic savage’s goal is achieved
A justifiable crime for shortening his blood line
They all families so I know the money’s growing on trees

[Verse 4: Trademarc]

Crosshairs crossed his hairline, blew his brains, tossed his hair
Behind on his running mate holding the campaign slogan
Sun in his face but some of his face is holding the sum
Of the face that was the son of the face who replaced the throne
With one of his own but now he’s erased
That’s one less taxless resident
That’s one less corrupt (shh)
You know my sentiments exactly
If the feds track me, ain’t gonna be a trackmeet
It’s gonna be a click-clack heat and repeat in the street
Till I’m flat on my back on the concrete
A modern day Lee Harvey, a modern day Steve Garvey
That mean I’m hitting everybody I aim to body
Look, I embody the soul of Saudi soldiers
I got the same man’s head torn from his shoulders

Popularity: 2% [?]

[Verse 1: Trademarc]

I’m an ego megalomaniac Lex Luthor
Brainiac Gorilla Grodd in a fog, legion of doom
Season of gloom, Solomon Grundy meeting King Kong Bundy
Ain’t a single one among me in the room
Wanna meet the bang of the boom
Click of the clack just as soon luminous shadow
Until the battle really rattle my world
Valley girl rappers get hurled through the pavement
That’s how ECA make a statement
Obliterate your essence and form
Your presence is gone like adolescents buried in porn
Pictures worn and their sentences gone
Like born identities my enemies warned
Their families mourn like Kennedys

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

You motherfuckers know I bust a flow in psychotropic glow
I smother foes and trample em like a herd of buffalo
The style you just came up with yo I structured like a month ago
My hand is ? pile driver’s Mister Wonderful
I’m indestructible, the bodies hanging in my bungalow
My iron claw is like one that ? Esoteric
You’re generic like the CBS brand
And you wonder why people leave your show to go and see the next band
We do this all independently, we got a clean conscience
That’s a good sign of a bad memory
?-born war babies whose wellbeing depends on factors
Of head-strong actors and defense contractors
Pay cuts, taxes, shake up axis, wake up, facts is this
Channel 7 shake up my mother’s nest sending her threats
Dudes watch MTV buy shit with rubber cheques
Pure girls get their allure and grace took
By well-paid rebels, Myspace and Facebook
Soldiers put their life on the line, we put our life in these lines
Throw up the peace sign

[Chorus]

I ain’t never gonna be what you want me to be
Never gonna see what you want me to see
I’m close to the murder sprees
Courtesy of neo-con burglary
Cause we all wanna be burden-free
You can be what I want you to be
If you can see what I want you to see
And that’s a 3d speeding bullet
I’ll pull it and put it in place so we can finally meet face-to-face

[Verse 3: Esoteric]

I can no longer write well, I got a tight well
My penmanship is gone but the sentences are strong
And you know I never write a song
This be all stream of consciousness
Take one and it’s on
Take two and three if it’s wrong
Possibilities are endless when you do it penless
You can reinvigorate but the sickest hate holds you back
Like eyelids of eyeballs watching tickertape
The art of yore manipulates your ear
The visual manipulates your fear
You oughta sell another Red Sox makes you cheer
So you don’t have to think about the people that are stationed where?

[Verse 4: Trademarc]

I can never really go home
I’m prone to fits of rage that ain’t fit for a man of my age
My stature is that of a man wrapped up in his mind strapped up to the nines
The gates of rapture open when I’m having trouble coping
I’ll capture your frame in a scope and then your silhouette goes
From fluid motion to frozen like you’re posing for a centerfold
But your whole centerfold’s looking more
Like you’re dozing in and out of REM sleep
That’s why the feds keep me on a blacklist, the fact is
I’m down for a revolution, violent
Never taking captives, looking for a resolution
Lower-class looking for a restitution
No one asked where our votes went in 2000
Lost or hidden like the overcoat I keep my two pounds in
I creep where you sleep, lounging collect the bounty
From the crowds in the street while your body’s laying at their feet
And your body heat seeps from your clothing
The fear and loathing of America is slowly buried with ya
With every image of ya lying at a press conference
I’ll leave you lying in your best-pressed suit unconscious
Finally with a clean conscience

[Chorus]

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[Verse 1: Trademarc]

My ears are ringing, it’s like children singing or humming
I’m numb and I’m thinking it’s nothing
I’m confused by the booze and medication
It’s modern-day meditation
My generation sees that combination as an expectation
Half-done, I’m moving in slo-mo
Through an imitation of life, it’s like an illustration or a photo
But the perspective ain’t right
It’s like the lights cast by a yo-yo in midflight
It’s too bright, I’m confused and lost
I feel transparent and barren and used
Like a red herring tossed and forced in my own thoughts with no bearing
Black to light, back to life and I breathe in
I sit up, I’m light headed, the world is out of focus
I know this, I try to get up, I instantly regret it
I spit up, I don’t get it, the glow, the world looks overexposed
Or like a negative with shadows where the colours should go and vice versa
I’m thrown by the ring of the phone like inertia
Flown like a cyclone, head spinning
Still blown from the beginning, I’m sitting in front of my body
Now on the bed, dead grinning, a red linen, brain spilling
Conflicted, the wounds looks self-inflicted like it’s scripted
A knock on the door, I feel distant like staring backwards
Through binoculars, inconsistent, the picture fades
I’m non-existent but I’m persistent, I wanna stay!
You can’t see me this way, I love you momma!

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

Aw shit, what the fuck did I walk into?
My man’s a bloody mess up in his room, he cut his flesh
Drugged up like Hunter S., must’ve been under stress
Nonetheless he flunked the test, succumbing to life’s ugliness
A gun to his chest and head, a knife to his wrists, he bled
Twisted lead’s fucked him up like his sister said
Plus Erica left him for some war on terror veteran
Now he’s dying in the bed they never slept in
I crept in and saw the blood on the hand that his writing pen was kept in
That his medical depression was prepped in
Suicide, glazed over as poetic expression, a valiant effort
I had the chance to step in but said, “F it”
Dawg, why’d you do this to us? You know what this crew is to us
Your mom tried this shit in ‘91 now she’s dialing 911
I think your time has come, this being the top one
Dumbest things you ever done
I know your life is erased, no one ever could have won
You’d rather dream than live now my head is hung

Popularity: 3% [?]

[Gil Scott-Heron talking]

We beg your pardon, America. We beg your pardon because the pardon you gave this time was not yours to give. They call it due process and some people are overdue. Somebody said brotherman is gonna break a window or steal a hubcap or gonna smoke a joint and brotherman gonna go to jail. The man who tried to steal America is not in jail.

[Verse 1: Trademarc]

Hey America, I don’t understand your whims, you’re so grim
With all your sadomasochistic grins and double chins
And gluttony’s the least of your sins
You’re the bane of existence, my sanity is wearing so thin
And so is my resistance to everything you’ve ever been
It’s crawling under my skin, it’s really sinking in
Prozac nation, a patient with no patience
I’m abrasive to the point of being unapproachable unless I’m wasted
I’ve tasted everything from hate to jealousy
Don’t waste your fucking time telling me “let it go”
I’m more felony than misdemeanor
My melody is more Christina, you’re Britney, washed up, you’re awestruck
Your liturgy’s coughed up, boxed up and boxed in
I’ll kill you faster than the English language dies in Boston each night
I like the cries of orphans in fright
Or maybe more the cries of ecstasy when your endorphins are just right
A voice locked the devil himself, I could revel in wealth, wine, and women
By swimming in the sinning of everyone else that’s barely living  
That’s why I’m driven by the urge to never fit in
A rebel like Robert Neville but fellow rage flow off my page
We in the age where the living and dead ain’t that different
That’s why we’re off-balanced and record sales
Don’t effectively reflect your talents
I’m callous and vicious and overflowing with malice
And this is just the beginning, Eso let ‘em know

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

Hey America, I really love the type of life I live
What a life it is, wife and kids, you would steal instead of give
We’re trained to take, it’s in our nature brain
In fact we make the same mistake and smile in denial
At the fact that we came from apes
Look at the way our brain is shaped, check the way our frame is shaped
(You’re preaching to the choir)
Now reaching higher, trying to reach, let people buy you 
The GOP supplier, the feds who sold the right to never cease to fire
Entertainers get beat to death till there’s no secrets left
I guess it’s like Meet The Press except they put peeps to rest
Mental fatigue and stress left in the heat of flesh prison
It needs a rest, cardiac style’s the best
I won’t bullshit ya like Wolf Blitzer
Or slip shit past you like Chris Matthews
I believe in Jesus less, less y’all confess, press secretary minion fuck it
Public opinion? I want my opinion public
I want Fox News like real rap, no more spins
Pres elections like golf man, the low score wins
I been

[Verse 3: Trademarc]

America, land of the free, home of the brave 
And they ain’t even know that they’re slaves
Such a dirty road to pave, the bill’s owed and paid with your soul
Cause they made it their goal up in America
Land of the free, home of the brave, born with one foot in the grave
Such a dirty road to pave and the peoples in the dark
When their fate’s downloaded and saved

[Unknown speaker talking]

… disgusted and so am I. If you tear the whole system down, what does that say about America? They’re wrong. They can’t be wrong. The world is fighting right now to preserve our way of life. You can’t attack it blindly. You have to realise no one will talk. Everyone has been gotten to.

Popularity: 3% [?]

[Chorus]

I know it might be too much to ask
Too much to ask
I know it might be
Too much, too much to ask, too much to ask
I know it might be
Too much, too much to ask, too much to ask
I know it might be
Too much, too much to ask, too much to ask
It might be

[Verse 1: Trademarc]

I’m frustrated like American youth
And my frustration is American-born
And I’m frustrated by American truth
And my frustration is American-worn
But I’m unmoved by tabloid news
And I’m unmoved by tabloid lies
And more unmoved by tabloid blues
And I’m unmoved while tabloids rise
And I disagree with newsstand promos
And disagree with your newsstand lacks
And I disagree with newsstand photos
And disagree with your newsstand stacks
And I’m disappointed with what schools teach
And I’m disappointed how schools perform
And I’m disappointed with how schools preach
And I’m disappointed with school reform
Check it out

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

Yo, I’m not a fan of the Fox News channel
Although I know many fools get caught up
I’m not a fan of your gun laws and flannel (hm)
Maybe that’s why schools get shot up
The news falls victim to distortion
And placed in back while you surf on your iMac
You wanna save human lives from abortion
But fuck saving them from missiles out in Iraq (it makes no sense)
I’m old enough to know I hate Anne Coulter
Yeah, the GOP got ways to enslave you
You can sit here and cry on my shoulder
They may call that subversive behaviour (it’s true)
I can’t vouch for these candidates now (why?)
I ain’t seen all the candidates’ dirt (okay)
I know they’re all worth thirty billion thou (right)
But they should start doing candidates work

[Chorus]

[Mark Twain quote by unknown speaker]

My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one’s country, not to its institutions or its office holders. Country is a real thing, a substantial thing, the eternal thing. It is the thing to watch over and care for and be loyal to. Its institutions are extraneous; they’re its mere clothing. Clothing can wear out and become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, or death. To be loyal to rags, to shout for rags, to worship rags, to die for rags, that is the loyalty of unreason.

Popularity: 2% [?]