How about a show next to Rancid, any one? This track could be

This slapped me in the fucking face what the fuckkkkkkkkk mane we gotta start stacking them bodies or our bodies will be the ones ggetting stackeddddd fuckkkkk the tyrannical government

my fav song when i was 12 skateboarding 8 hours a day expelled from middle school

Fuck World Trade (2004)
New York, USA myspace.com/leftovercrackofficial
Lyrics:
(I don't care if we fill the jails arrest anyone anyone you can
we will make them see their injustice and it will hurt as all fighting hurts, but, we cannot lose we cannot they may torture my body break my bones and even kill me and they will have my dead body not my obedience. I don't care if we fill the jails fill the jails ever take a solid oath that congress makes we will not submit to this law we we we will not submit)

FUCK YOU [Stza]
So you wanna be a cop?
so you wanna be on the top
arrestin and shootin' all the kids on the block
incarcerate the youth of the next generation
and you get the high fives at the police station

[Ezra]
so you wanna wear blue
and prey on the people
go above the constitution where all men are equal
beat down the poor and the working class core
your a class trading motherfuckin' rich mans whore

[Stza]
'cuz it's a thin blue line between the love and the hate
if you so choose to cross it you're a nazi for the state
your injustice will crush us, the precious the few
so you wanna be a killer for the red white and blue

[Ezra]
you're a bitch to the crown 
keep your own people down
you've got nothing to protect
but you're keeping the sect
for your own damn brothers you got no respect
and the killing won't stop when you become a cop

* the worlds getting madder and it ain't gonna stop
it's an uphill battle all the way until we reach the top
you got an answer in your holster
and no question to kill
you got a vision for society
and it's your will

[Stza / Ezra]
even the summer sun can't make this situation light
you've got the upper hand in a war
when you take away our arms and our means to fight

[Stza]
so you wanna be a cop?
you never stop with your wicked guns going pop 
after 41 shots your grinning in the donut shop 
your sickening behavior regulates this society 
and musters all the sickness and hatred inside of me

[Ezra]
so you wanna wear blue?
well you're just the type 
got an chip on your shoulder and an itch for a gripe
standing on a raft in an ocean of blood
but you're doing the killing and you're causing the flood

[Stza]
how can we tolerate this mad abuse of power?
you think a cop is never psycho till he stabs you in the shower
Choking V
Morning G
L.O.C.
we never stop
and your death'll be sweet if ya wanna be a cop

[Ezra]
they say the sea is green and the sky is blue
and that's about right because we're below you
you cop an extra attitude when you come down my block
so you wanna be a cop?

* the worlds getting madder and it ain't gonna stop
it's an uphill battle all the way until we reach the top
you got an answer in your holster
and no question to kill
you got a vision for society
and it's your will

[Stza]
even the summer sun can't make this situation light
you've got the upper hand in a war
when you take away our arms and our means to fight

Leftöver Crack - So You Wanna Be a Cop

Change Today?

American Zone

Choking Victim - Born To Die

Mediocre Generica

Nazi White Trash

No Gods / No Managers

500 Channels

Eat Your Face

Surfs Up Asshole

D.I. - Richard Hung Himself

Die Hards

Get off My Back

performed by: Crass, from the album: The Feeding of the 5000

~Banned from the Roxy (1978)~

Banned from the Roxy... O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
They said they only wanted well behaved boys,
Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?
Fuck 'em, I chosen to make my stand,
Against what I feel is wrong with this land.
They just sit there on their overfed arses,
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes.
They keep their fucking power cause their finger's on the button,
They've got control and won't let it be forgotten.
The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun,
The proof of that is Belfast and that's no fucking fun.
Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
And they've got the fucking nerve to call it defence.
Seems their defence is just the threat of strength,
Protection for the privileged at any length.
The government protecting their profits from the poor,
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more
Than the shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
DEFENCE? SHIT, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR
AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IT'S FOR.

Oh yes they say it's defence, they say it's decency,
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?
The same fucking lies with depressing frequency,
They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean"
Well whose like? Whose fucking life?
Who the fuck are they talking to?
Whose life? Whose fucking life?
I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you.
And their system, christ, they're everywhere,
School, army, church, corporation deal.
A fucked up reality based on fear,
A fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real.
Well ain't got me, I'd say their fucking wrong,
I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song...
Banned from the Roxy, well O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
GUNS.

Choking Victim - Born To Die

Phillip Anderson

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