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Filler - minor threat

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

mow the bots
trim the shame
clip the greed
mulch the fame

down the neon spiral 
circuits clank and hum
a god-king rat 
in a chemical sleep
in a pit of zero-sum

a dopamine sludge
an AI murder drone 
hair plugs like ivy 
on the ego overgrown 
hair plugs like ivy 
on the ego overgrown 

musk rat musk rat musk rat musk rat 

rat falls through the k-hole
no rockets to sustain
tumbles through the starlight
in kaleidoscopic pain

a vast green lawn
a white picket fence 
sprouts sudden from the haze
No Neuralink, no Starlink
just ghosts of better days

Business Goat stands silent
his eyes like burning coal
points hoof to a mower
says, “it's time to save your soul” 
no more HGH 
no ketamine glow
no more dopamine rush
just the grass I need to mow
no more dopamine rush
just the grass I need to mow

the hair plugs start to fade 
the leaves of grass are torn
a middle-aged dad of twelve
is broken then reborn
musk rat rides into the sunset
across a lawn of green
no rockets, no empires, no ozempic
just a quiet life serene
no rockets, no empires, no ozempic
just a quiet life serene

a vast green lawn
a white picket fence 
sprouts sudden from the haze
no Neuralink, no Starlink
just ghosts of better days

mow the bots
trim the shame
clip the greed
mulch the fame

musk rat musk rat musk rat musk rat

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