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We plan to perservere, hell yeah we made it through the first five years
But still it hurts my ears, most of what I come across on the radio is worthless, chea
Now my temper's blowing - our ability to see another world is hella broken,
& it don't help when we wake up each day now to see that our dilemma's swollen
Fists up for Emma Goldman, she fought to keep those embers smoldering
I'm forever holding the struggle in my heart, I'm prepped & loaded, why just
Watch cancer metastasize? hey punk, don't let this life pass you by
Say what? did you really wanna test this guy? Stay up to my people in the pen this fight
Ain't over til the cows come home, and the slaves get free and the towers fold
And flowers grow in the shell, how can we hold?
such a dream in the palm of our the hand, we must talk with people, get involved with the land
Understand, to evolve we must all come to task, or life on the planet might crawl to a stand-still
The world's not your landfill
And I'll be damned if
We're just gonna sit back and watch it all burn
Yeah we can't just
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Yeah I'm a pick this knowledge up and
I'm gon' drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah I'm a pick this knowledge up and
I'm gon' drop it on your fuckin' head
Millions die malnourished motherlover
At the same time we kill earth motherlover
It's on
Motherfucker, It's on
From the depths of my chromosomes I desire a world, Without all this bullshit, I'm on overload
I ain't sorry that I'm pissed , b-b-b-b-b-buzz killa, man I told ya so
I guess that's why I'm home alone, no companion, it's fine I can hold my own
Defiant David throwing stones at go-liath, don't just stay comatose
Feeling so low on a lonely road, solo - at least I haven't sold my soul
Boldly go where no homo sapien or otherwise has roamed before
Hold it joe? Did I say no homo? fuck the homophobes!
This is poem is an opus was wrote for proles & all precarious workers and homeless folks
DJs wanna play the hits so the radio station rotation lists
Talk about love or relationships or getting wasted in clubs and degrading chicks
& they won't play the joints tellin' you to raise a fist cuz you might wanna change the script
Advertisers might stay away from it, like "so who's gonna pay for this?"
See it's not about the music to the people in the cockpit, it's about the f'n money, & the power & the profits
& the sooner you're hip the the jive, the sooner we can start to work together here to stop this
I'm watching the options diminish, but I won't drop til the finish, the clock and it's minutes
Keeps going, p-p-provacative agents, buzzkilla/buzzkilla, ok I'll be the menace
[Chorus]
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from
Buzzkill Mixtape,
released November 25, 2011
Lyrics by Brian Buzzkill aka Lantern
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