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"Not so Benign Eleven" By Ryan E. Dennis
Headline: bush steals the presidency/ he needs the black to be weak what could the remedy be/ the countrys headed for a session reminiscient of the great depression/ are lives worth the world of power? easy question/ planes hit the towers and the pentagon/ killin those the government wasn't dependent on/ it's easy to control the scared, so they keep us in fear/ with their favorite middle eastern demon named Bin Laden this year/ bush described his blood bucks as patriotism/ convincincing the living to love operation "let's get him"/ but when he realized we don't support their attacks/ they needed something to distract: "what? Anthrax"/ this further demonizes afghannies/ so americans cheer while we kill their innocent families/ and what better place to start a war/ to build a pipeline to the oil that we wanted before/
here's what our history books won't show/ your a dead man for fucking with American dough/ their killing several birds with one stone/ while your at home with anti-terrorism up in your dome (brain)/ but my eyes are wide open and my T.V. is off/ cuz i don't listen to bullshit for what electricity costs/ And what's true is if they see you walking with a crew/ if you don't know, that means more than two/ i'll tell you what they'll do, they'll pull over/ hunch you over, kick ya ass and put a nightstick in your shoulder/ u know that is unjustice if that isn't enough/ cuz if you try to save your own life they lockin you up
Random shit:
it's humbling, when you describe your skills as pummeling, step on stage and proceed to start mumblin', and stumbling, over the mic stand/ but when confidence arrives i'll decrease your lifespan/ known for my right hand, but that's the wrong hand/ my left can impress writing songs by long hand/ i rip up white girls like king kong's clan/ thinking i'm less then immortal is simply wrong, man...holy shit am i good looking or what
other rappers time warp to battle me sooner/ cuz they understand, my plan, is to damage their future/ check out my newly, found ability to let life flow through me, which is the only way to truly, beschool thee// with the wisdom for which my soul seeks// now my mind spans over valleys and peaks/ i'm bringing the alarm to all people who sleep/ i'm strong but misunderstood like an indian chief/ when light skinned people come just to gimme some grief/ they only value money, but my only paper is leaf/ they came over hungry so i gave them some wheat/ corn, broccoli, listening to iroquois beats, we had a feast/ like metaphorical feet, they stomped their friends in a week
"War Time" by Ryan E. Dennis - Caution: Parental Advisory Recommended
Examine, my pulse cannon, the result of diligent planning/ "Survey the area sight", now scanning/ four hundred soldiers approaching the landing/ their families abandoned/ their on a fool's quest/ organs liquified from a blast to the chest/ that's the final test, for my power cosmic, bomb shit, receiving trauma, cuz of an absent of logic/ is what they displayed, haters fileted, see the blood of ten men on the end of my blade?
Feel the fluctuating blast of concentrated energy/ a devatsting dose of shock surges through the enemy/ giving mercy minimally, because death is the only penalty/ their sargeant is done, slam the commander, when the body count is done, we'll burn their clan's banner...
for searching the streets, road and boulevards:/ we needed to bring in tanks, armored, packed full of guards/ now it's finally tuned up/ technical wrenches, have tightened the loose nuts/ now we can remove guts, whenever they move up/ removing their bones to build thrones in their dungeon/ when one escapes, we use their humanity as a bludgeon/ the ultimate prize, is the price of their lives, watching the tears in the eyes, of their children and wives/ while we lay back and chill just chewing some fries/ no truth can be found when reviewing their lies/ fuck looking at the who's and the why's/ you can ask questions while we continue bruising these guys
goodbye livejournal.