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Barry McGuire – Eve Of Destruction (2012)

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Saul Williams – List Of Demands (Reparations)

Lyrics

I want my money back
I’m down here drowning in your fat
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack
I ain’t afraid of you
I’m just a victim of your fears
You cower in your tower praying that I’ll disappear
I got another plan, one that requires me to stand
On the stage or in the street, don’t need no microphone or beat
And when you hear this song, if you ain’t dead then sing along
Bang and strum to these here drums ’till you get where you belong

I got a list of demands, written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand
We’re living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody?
See somebody? Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand
We’re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room
I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom
I didn’t think that it would be a song that you would hear
But when I played it in my head, I made you reappear
I wrote a video for it, and I acted out each part
And then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart
I’ve taped you to my heart, dear girl, I’ve taped you to my
Heart and if you pull away from me you’ll tear my life apart

I got a list of demands, written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand
We’re living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody?
See somebody? Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand
We’re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

Ecstasy, suffering, Echinacea, buffering
We aim to remember what we choose to forget
God’s just a baby, and her diaper is wet
Call the police!
I’m strapped to the teeth, and liable to disregard your every belief
Call on the law!
I’m fixin’ to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl
Call’em now! Cause it’s about to go pow!
I’m standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs
Call up a truce!
Cause I’m about to break loose
Protect ya neck, cause, son, I’m breaking out of my noose

(Repeat 2x)
I got a list of demands, written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand
We’re living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody?
See somebody? Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand
We’re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

Makana – We Are The Many

Ye come here, gather ’round the stage
The time has come for us to voice our rage
Against the ones who’ve trapped us in a cage
To steal from us the value of our wage

From underneath the vestiture of law
The lobbyists at Washington do gnaw
At liberty, the bureaucrats guffaw
And until they are purged, we won’t withdraw

We’ll occupy the streets
We’ll occupy the courts
We’ll occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

Our nation was built upon the right
Of every person to improve their plight
But laws of this Republic they rewrite
And now a few own everything in sight

They own it free of liability
They own, but they are not like you and me
Their influence dictates legality
And until they are stopped we are not free

We’ll occupy the streets
We’ll occupy the courts
We’ll occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

You enforce your monopolies with guns
While sacrificing our daughters and sons
But certain things belong to everyone
Your thievery has left the people none

So take heed of our notice to redress
We have little to lose, we must confess
Your empty words do leave us unimpressed
A growing number join us in protest

We occupy the streets
We occupy the courts
We occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

You can’t divide us into sides
And from our gaze, you cannot hide
Denial serves to amplify
And our allegiance you can’t buy

Our government is not for sale
The banks do not deserve a bail
We will not reward those who fail
We will not move till we prevail

We’ll occupy the streets
We’ll occupy the courts
We’ll occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

We’ll occupy the streets
We’ll occupy the courts
We’ll occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

We are the many
You are the few

Jasirix X – Real Gangstas

Verse 1
Gangster means organized crime
to exploit the poor or the blind using fortified lies
before you use the word think more than five times
they use to run with the cops they are borderline swine
with a 360 deal still a whore to the signed line
like a child still amazed at how quarters and dimes shine
real gangstas make billions making slaves of civilians
making slaves of ya children making slaves do the killin
really the games brilliant create the pain and the illness
then sell you the medicine that they claim will heal it
Real Gangstas don’t need guns to leave ya brains on the ceiling
they teach ya self hatred and leave ya chained by ya feelings
almost insane from dealing with ya everyday problems
they in every state mobbin doing heavyweight robbin
intimidate congress giving orders to the president
that’s why all were selected before we elected them

Verse 2
If you spent ya whole paycheck and you ain’t even saved yet
and you still in great debt then are you still a slave yes
800 billions in bailouts is what the banks get
Goldman Sachs Merrill Lynch throw up ya gang sets
Money talks but Ebonics isn’t its language
that’s why any black man teaching economics is dangerous
Real Gangstas are the 10% Satan and his apprentices
banking discipline businessmen raping pillaging innocents
master plans intricate Africans witnessed it
at the hands of the wickedest bastards and damn hypocrites
scamming riches with cash derivatives on wall street
then slash ya benefits ask the senators cause they all meet
to send soldiers to secure the Iraq boarder
before BP and Halliburton New Orleans had black water
if ya land resources you getting attacked for it
cause Real Gangstas run the world on the backs of the poorest

Tim Hawkins – The Government Can

Jasirix X – America’s Most Livable City

LYRICS

Welcome to America’s Most Livable City
Please ignore the invisibles with me
See Pittsburgh rebuilt it’s economy
But we still lead the Nation in black poverty

Welcome to America’s Most Livable City
Just ignore the invisibles with me
And state ya business, cause here the place ya living
depends on ya race and privilege

They call it Clipsburgh Pistolvania
Where block dictators will launch missiles to bang ya
Where hot metal come whistling out the chamber
To maim ya twisting you like wrestlemania
And what’s crazier the bishop wont pray for ya
Ya families so poor they can’t even afford a crate for ya
And in them skyscrapers Brah they can’t wait for us
To move out the hood so they can take it lace it up
Transit cuts a brother can’t even take the bus
This is the ugly truth no need to make it up
Then some magazine comes along and places us
As most livable in the USA what?
Say what? Guess they didn’t survey us
Cause life is cut shorter than razors where they raise us
Judges are racists and quick to hang us
And police taze us until we never wake up

Welcome to America’s Most Livable City
Please ignore the invisibles with me
See Pittsburgh rebuilt it’s economy
But we still lead the Nation in black poverty

Welcome to America’s Most Livable City
Just ignore the invisibles with me
And state ya business, cause here the place ya living
depends on ya race and privilege

And downtown it’s a bunch of new buildings
Glass and steel cathedrals the cost a few million
They make billions to treat a dudes illness
With medicine and pharmaceuticals so who’s dealing
But the schools are failing screw children
Just make sure the office has a see through ceiling
Pitt University and CMU killin
classes cost thousands I don’t see you fill em
How we gonna get a job in biotechnology
if all we ever learn is survival psychology
and why we so poor if yall revived the economy
but we don’t get nothing besides and apology
Tear down the projects and put up a target
then build new homes so they can stimulate the market
But move us out the neighborhood so we can never harvest
the only thing we guaranteed in Pittsburgh is charges

Welcome to America’s Most Livable City
Please ignore the invisibles with me
See Pittsburgh rebuilt it’s economy
But we still lead the Nation in black poverty

Welcome to America’s Most Livable City
Just ignore the invisibles with me
And state ya business, cause here the place ya living
depends on ya race and privilege

Our Lady Peace – Fight The Good Fight

Last Christmas (I Gave You My Cash)

Jasiri X – What If The Tea Party Was Black?

LYRICS

What if the tea party was black
Holding guns like the Black Panther Party was back
If Al was Rush Limbaugh and Jesse was Sean Hannity
And Tavis was Glenn Beck would they harm they families
If Sarah Palin was suddenly Sistah Soaljah
Would they leave it with the votes or go and get the soldiers
Yall know if the tea party was black
The government would have been had the army attack

What if Michael Baisden was on ya FM dial
For 3 hours every day calling the president foul
Would they say free speech or find evidence how
To charge him with treason like see he’s unamerican now
What if Minister Farrakhan prayed for the death
Of the commander in chief that he be laid to rest
Would they treat it as the gravest threat or never make an arrest
Even today he’s still hated for less
What if President Obama would have lost the election
Quit his job so he could go talk to the left and
Bash the government for being off of direction
Fraught with deception
And told black people they want all of our weapons
And we want our own country and called for secession
Would he be arrested and tossed in corrections
For trying to foster aggression
Against the people’s lawful selection
Our questions

What if the tea party was black
Holding guns like the Black Panther Party was back
If Al was Rush Limbaugh and Jesse was Sean Hannity
And Tavis was Glenn Beck would they harm they families
If Sarah Palin was suddenly Sistah Soaljah
Would they leave it with the votes or go and get the soldiers
Yall know if the tea party was black
The government would have been had the army attack

What If black people went on Facebook and made a page
That for the death if the president elect we prayed
Would the creators be tazed and thrown in a cage
We know the page wouldn’t have been displayed all these days
What if Jeremiah Wright said that everybody white
Wasn’t a real America would you feel scared of him
If he had a militia with pictures that depict the president as Hitler
They would kill and bury that
Wait
What if Cynthia McKinney lamented the winning of the new president
And hinted he wasn’t really a true resident
With no proof or evidence
Would the media treat it like a huge press event
They would have attacked whatever group she represents
They would have called her a kook on precedent
And any network that gave her due preference
Would be the laughing stock of the news so our question is

What if the tea party was black
Holding guns like the Black Panther Party was back
If Al was Rush Limbaugh and Jesse was Sean Hannity
And Tavis was Glenn Beck would they harm they families
If Sarah Palin was suddenly Sistah Soaljah
Would they leave it with the votes or go and get the soldiers
Yall know if the tea party was black
The government would have been had the army attack

Rebel Diaz – Which Side Are You On?

Lyrics

Which side are you on? [repeat]

[Verse 1: G1]
See I gotta draw the line, I can’t take it no more
If you ain’t down with revolution, what you waiting for?
Making money for suckers and our communities poor
Ripping flags off of coffins, man, this ain’t our war
Colonized and terrorized by the world’s biggest killers
The US government, the biggest weapon and drug dealers
Filling prisons with children, incarcerating the future
Myspace and Facebook got us stuck on computers
Stuck on stupid bumping music that’s abusive to the shorties
And the nonsense that you spitting, they just listen and absorb it
I’ve been dormant, I’ve awoken, I’m a giant, I’m ready
I’m with the APPO in Oaxaca and we holding machetes

[Verse 2: RodStarz]
I rock hard like Palestinian children holding slingshots!
I’m with every single kid that’s down for hip hop
For the culture, the life, what it really stands for
This music is resistance, it’s the voice of the poor
I’m on the side of the workers, the teachers, and lunch ladies
On the streets with brown mommies raising our brown babies
I’m with youth organizers cleaning up the Bronx river
I’m like Jaime Escalante when I stand and deliver
I’m with Evo Morales, man, he running Bolivia
Distribution of the land so we could all live bigger
I’m with Hugo and Fidel, Grandmaster and Melle Mel
I’m with the Panthers up in Queens, justice for Sean Bell
I’m with Camacho Negrón, I’m with Ojeda Ríos
Freedom for Oscar Lopez, time to get an appeal
I’m with Abu-Jamal, I’m with Assata Shakur
I’m with the compas in Immokalee getting a penny more!

[Hook]
Which side are you on?
Chi city!
Which side are you on?
South Bronx!
Which side are you on?
Oaxaca!
Which side are you on?
Palestina!

[Verse 3: Lah Tere]
I’m with Elvira Arellano, I’m with Rudy Lozano
I’m for a world without borders and a better tomorrow
I’m with Mothers on the Move, I’m with sistas on the rise
I’m with La Peña del Bronx, keeping culture alive
I’m with the kids at the Batey, watching a beat battle
Mean mugging all these yuppies in shorts and brown sandals
I’m with parents everywhere fighting for good schools
And for all these good women to find some good dudes
I’m with Salvador Allende, I’m Super Anti Momio!
Con el pueblo en la Havana grito Viva Cuba Cono!
For immigrants, activists, unions, and freelancers
For DJs, MCs, bombers, and breakdancers
I’m with editors, engineers, Indymedia
I’m with my family and my crew, Rebel Diaz
I’m with DJ Disco Wiz, a Latino pioneer
Cause it’s dope when the elders break bread with the kids

[Verse 4: G1]
I’m for telling the truth, exposing the lies
Think about the dead soldiers when you’re driving your ride
Them people died for the oil and Daddy Bush’s revenge
I’m with the widows, the children, and the lonely best friends
I’m with Families Stayin’ Together as ONE
I’m not for the raids and the deportations!
I’m with Victor Toro and the M.I.R
So watch out for those snitches in that unmarked car!
And for Lil Saulito, we gonna fight for your moms
So we gonna shout her out, twice in one song
I’m for twelve million workers and Elvira Arellano
I’m for a world without borders and a better tomorrow

[Hook]

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