Everythang’s corrupt
Everythang’s fucked up
Everythang’s ’bout to buck me shit out of luck
Go to school
The teacher want to fuck the students
Go to church
My preacher turn to prostitution
The prosecution never read my files
That evil ass judge fell asleep at my trial
This shit is wild
Chickens getting sick as the cows
Birds falling out the sky, fish dying in piles
It’s fishy
Politicians smell like my balls
Talking that shit will he cripple my styles
I got many
Now I’m pinching pennies, no doubt
I squeeze Lincoln so hard
A fucking booger came out
It’s a shame
I used to be on top on my game
They took the shirt off my back, and replaced it with chains
I met Mr. Lee Harvey, from the “Tea Party”
He used to hate Obama ’till he felt Hurricane Charlie
Looking for his FEMA Check
It’s gone with the wind
When them dicks is in
You know the fix is in
For my birthday, buy me a politician
It’s a shame that you got to dish your children
Everythang’s corrupt
Everythang’s fucked up
Everythang’s bout’ to buck me shit out of luck
Everythang’s a scam
Beat the next man, that’s capitalism
They’ll just, built a new prison
For your slick ass niggas
That’s trying to beat the system
Put you on the front line
If you ain’t re-enlist in this
It’s hot, in hells kitchen
Get ready, for the lynching brainwash media
And puppet politician
Keep out of position
Out of commission
Buy, medicine or food
That’s not a decision
The 99 percent
Is mad and trying to vent
Police grab my fucking arm, then they got bent
Now it’s in a splint
I can’t pay my rent
The interest on my credit card
I ain’t made a dent
The U.S. Mint
I heard they about to print
But it’s fucked up, cause I won’t see a cent
I’m sick of getting ignored
This wall I can’t afford
I’m going to the pent
Free room, free ward, bitch
It’s a wall of confusion
My niggas stay losin’
I know what ya’ doin’
They drug abusin’
My bitches be choosin’
My music be uzin’
Them thugs be cruisin’
They love what you doin’
A wall of confusion
My niggas they losin’
I know what ya’ doin’
The drug abusin’
My bitches be choosin’
My music be uzin’
Them thugs be cruisin’
harry p.
February 26, 2014 9:16 am
TRU DAT!!!
Stucky
February 26, 2014 9:47 am
He had me at — “Politicians smell like my balls” hahahaha
As an Austrian raised on Classical Music, and as a dad who spent thousands of dollars on both my son’s Classical violin lessons ….. well, I find the words “rap” and “music” to be Massively Contradictory.
That introductory comment aside, I thought this video was quite good Still not liking the “music” part …. I’m talking about the words. He does a good job addressing the shit we talk about here often.
That being said …… it ain’t my fucking problem you can’t pay the rent and that you racked up your credit card debt. Ice Cube be hangin’ around Clammy too long, fershnizzle.
TPC
February 26, 2014 10:07 am
Well I’ll be damned, a mainstream star ranting against the system.
efarmer
February 26, 2014 10:32 am
This is the first rap “song” I have ever listened to in it’s entirety.
Going to put on some Vivaldi to get my mind straight.
EF
Stephanie Shepard
February 26, 2014 11:54 am
Admin,
How did the hell did you find this before me?? Been listening to more rap lately?
It was linked within a comment on my article at Zero Hedge.
Stephanie Shepard
February 26, 2014 12:08 pm
Admin,
This is very telling with our fourth turning. Ice Cube hasn’t released anything new in a decade. The readers here give me shit about listening to rap, however, they don’t realized how hyper aware rap was politically prior to Obama getting elected. There was a lot of rap leading up to the 2008 elections that were very anti-government. Then Obama got elected, and it drastically silenced black rappers and entertaining.
This is an Outcast song from the mid 2000s, mixed with Rage against the machine, Bombs over Baghdad.
Stucky
February 26, 2014 12:32 pm
Clam’s video above has some spectacular footage. Easier to watch if you mute it. Trust me.
Wyoming Mike
February 26, 2014 12:33 pm
I saw an interview with him about gun control. He said people need guns to protect us from OUR government. Spot on!
Everythang’s corrupt
Everythang’s fucked up
Everythang’s ’bout to buck me shit out of luck
Go to school
The teacher want to fuck the students
Go to church
My preacher turn to prostitution
The prosecution never read my files
That evil ass judge fell asleep at my trial
This shit is wild
Chickens getting sick as the cows
Birds falling out the sky, fish dying in piles
It’s fishy
Politicians smell like my balls
Talking that shit will he cripple my styles
I got many
Now I’m pinching pennies, no doubt
I squeeze Lincoln so hard
A fucking booger came out
It’s a shame
I used to be on top on my game
They took the shirt off my back, and replaced it with chains
I met Mr. Lee Harvey, from the “Tea Party”
He used to hate Obama ’till he felt Hurricane Charlie
Looking for his FEMA Check
It’s gone with the wind
When them dicks is in
You know the fix is in
For my birthday, buy me a politician
It’s a shame that you got to dish your children
Everythang’s corrupt
Everythang’s fucked up
Everythang’s bout’ to buck me shit out of luck
Everythang’s a scam
Beat the next man, that’s capitalism
They’ll just, built a new prison
For your slick ass niggas
That’s trying to beat the system
Put you on the front line
If you ain’t re-enlist in this
It’s hot, in hells kitchen
Get ready, for the lynching brainwash media
And puppet politician
Keep out of position
Out of commission
Buy, medicine or food
That’s not a decision
The 99 percent
Is mad and trying to vent
Police grab my fucking arm, then they got bent
Now it’s in a splint
I can’t pay my rent
The interest on my credit card
I ain’t made a dent
The U.S. Mint
I heard they about to print
But it’s fucked up, cause I won’t see a cent
I’m sick of getting ignored
This wall I can’t afford
I’m going to the pent
Free room, free ward, bitch
It’s a wall of confusion
My niggas stay losin’
I know what ya’ doin’
They drug abusin’
My bitches be choosin’
My music be uzin’
Them thugs be cruisin’
They love what you doin’
A wall of confusion
My niggas they losin’
I know what ya’ doin’
The drug abusin’
My bitches be choosin’
My music be uzin’
Them thugs be cruisin’
TRU DAT!!!
He had me at — “Politicians smell like my balls” hahahaha
As an Austrian raised on Classical Music, and as a dad who spent thousands of dollars on both my son’s Classical violin lessons ….. well, I find the words “rap” and “music” to be Massively Contradictory.
That introductory comment aside, I thought this video was quite good Still not liking the “music” part …. I’m talking about the words. He does a good job addressing the shit we talk about here often.
That being said …… it ain’t my fucking problem you can’t pay the rent and that you racked up your credit card debt. Ice Cube be hangin’ around Clammy too long, fershnizzle.
Well I’ll be damned, a mainstream star ranting against the system.
This is the first rap “song” I have ever listened to in it’s entirety.
Going to put on some Vivaldi to get my mind straight.
EF
Admin,
How did the hell did you find this before me?? Been listening to more rap lately?
Stephanie
It was linked within a comment on my article at Zero Hedge.
Admin,
This is very telling with our fourth turning. Ice Cube hasn’t released anything new in a decade. The readers here give me shit about listening to rap, however, they don’t realized how hyper aware rap was politically prior to Obama getting elected. There was a lot of rap leading up to the 2008 elections that were very anti-government. Then Obama got elected, and it drastically silenced black rappers and entertaining.
This is an Outcast song from the mid 2000s, mixed with Rage against the machine, Bombs over Baghdad.
Clam’s video above has some spectacular footage. Easier to watch if you mute it. Trust me.
I saw an interview with him about gun control. He said people need guns to protect us from OUR government. Spot on!