This is a verse off of the upcoming Tranz Ill project I'm doing with my cousin thagodzombie. I put it on this album as kind of a sample of some of what we're working on right now.
lyrics
I'm not a patriotic man, burn a flag and dance on it
Mi'kmaq burial, your father built his ranch on it
it's just an animal, you can put your hands on it
beat it if it speaks in its tongue and put some pants on it
globally the same story
subjugate a people, take their resources
it's hard to get your brain to fuck with endorphins
when your mother gets bombed and you grow up as an orphan
how'd it all start? I don't know
slave trade, land theft, knock em down-dominoes,
patriarchy, class rule, sweatshop, vamanos
Omar Khadr waterboarded in Guantanamo
plus we're dealing with the climate
contrary to your oil think tank science
lobby groups pushing their agenda, don't deny it
call me paranoid but I think it's kind of biased
so many people starving we could feed em
instead we're blowing money on the weapons to defeat em
call it freedom, who cares? we don't see em
as long as I can own an X Box and fresh sneakers
CIA folders, child soliders
12 year old slave labour kids supply Folgers
beaten with bike chains if they defy owners
the high rollers in private jets just fly over
our pensions invested in destruction
cluster bombs, nuke tech, meet me at the luncheon
it's going down, proceeds for Justin
crest white strips, pleated pants, and corruption
this is what the maple leaf stands for
pillage everything in sight, join another damn war
smile, we're so polite, open up the van door
black bag over your head, BANG! you're dead!
credits
from Lifestyles of the Bourgeoisie,
released July 1, 2017
Mixed by Christ Sampson for Sampire Productions
Produced by Thagodzombie for 412 Oceans Ave.
Lyrics by Red Opera
The Chicago rapper uses jazz as his template for a love letter to black and brown intentionality & worldwide forms of resistance. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 19, 2017
