Conway The Machine - Greetings

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StxainState! (nuri july)

Yo — this ain’t just a verse, it’s a verdict.
A lyrical tribunal for the kings and clerics
Who still play empire while the biosphere burns.
Let’s go.

Power politics stuck in a powdered wig era,
Sixteenth century minds with twenty-first terror.
Still carving maps like it’s spice trade time,
While the oceans choke and the forests decline.

Diplomats dine while the soil goes sterile,
Treaties signed in blood, dressed in apparel.
Imperial ghosts haunt the halls of debate,
While the climate clock ticks — too little, too late.

You got no right to wreck the Earth,
Just ‘cause your flags still measure worth.
No crown, no creed, no border line
Can justify ecocide in real time.

They talk peace with a saber in hand,
Still colonize minds, still poison the land.
Carbon kings with their fossil-fed thrones,
While the coral reefs crumble into bones.

No grown-up game, just tantrum and threat,
Diplomacy’s a toddler in a nuclear jet.
Sanctions, invasions, coups on demand,
While the biosphere pleads for a helping hand.

This ain’t just politics — it’s planetary abuse,
A species drunk on power, cutting its own noose.
Gaia ain’t yours to gamble or sell,
She’s the womb of life, not a battlefield shell.

You wanna lead? Then evolve your tone,
Trade your war chants for a planetary poem.
No more empire, no more divide,
Just one Earth, one chance, one tide.

But they won’t change — so we spit this flame,
Expose the rot, dismantle the game.
Hip-hop as hammer, truth as blade,
We rage for the forests, the oceans, the shade.

You got no right to wreck the Earth,
Just ‘cause your flags still measure worth.
No crown, no creed, no border line
Can justify ecocide in real time.

So hear this roar from the roots and the rain,
From the bees, the breeze, the planetary pain.
We indict the system, we reject the throne,
And build a new world from the ash and bone.

No Right To Wreck The Earth

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