Rhythms of the Revolution #4

Five4Friday

Jan 10, 2025

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WARZONE (NY) Don't Forget The Struggle, Don't Forget The ...

It's been a few years now - we're going strong
We've been through a lot of good and bad
Some gave up - they had no heart
For you and me - this world won't tear us apart
From the East Coast to the West Coast
Inside myself I can hear the screams
The style - all over
It may be different - but in our hearts - it's all the same
Don't forget the struggle
Don't forget the streets
Don't forget your roots
And don't sell out!

What the fuck has happened to you?
You think you're a rock star - you're trapped inside a cage
You're ego trip has brainwashed you - you forgot the past
Now your future won't last
It won't last

Street kids had your back right from the start
Played your music day and night
For what you stood for, they would even fight
Now your eyes have turned fire red to money green
They've turned fire red to money green (3x)
Never give in to any of their fuckin shit

From the East Coast to the West Coast
Inside myself I can hear the screams
The style all over
It may be different, but in our hearts it's all the same

I can hear the screams
Inside myself I can hear the screams!

EshamsBoomin : Esham A. Smith : Free Downlo…

Listen 'cause this is the sound of a crucifix
The U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix
Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous
The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists
Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T
I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don't know karate
I ain't no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though
Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango
Niggaz I strangle, they don't wanna tangle
Fuck a priest 'cause I mash and I mangle
I'm takin' to the top, I'm makin' 'em drop
They thinkin' I'm not, I'm shakin'em, bakin' em, kickin' em, stickin' em
And always keep hittin' 'em
Until I get rid of 'em, I'm pickin' up the microphone
To kick the funky D-O-P-E is on the microphone
I had to make it funky once again for my opponent
I left the stage fulla blood stains 'cause I was on it
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, Esham you never knew I
Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I?
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell I kick a lotta titles
But this is for all the suicidalists

"My father was a priest cold-blooded, he's dead"
"And hear the demons screamin' as his body bled"
"My father was a priest cold-blooded he's dead"
"Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said"

Some say I'm the son of satan, but they're relatin'
Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm
That I bring when I sing, it's a gathering of people
The U-N-H-O-L-Y so check out the evil
The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk
Esham's the soul that I'm projectin' huh?
I'm like a deadly disease, 360 degrees
Of the U-N-H-O-L-Y so fall to your knees
Dead is all around the sounds'll pound down
And drive you insane until it busts your brain
I'ma head banger, a acid rap slanger
Comin' on stage puttin' up my middle finger
Sayin' fuck it and grabbin' my balls
All the MC's in the house got shit in their drawers
'Cause I'm the scarer, a one man terror
So never compare a sucka with me 'cause I run 'em like mascara
So no need to tell you my title 'cause you know what my title is
This is for all the suicidalists

"I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell"
"A homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies"
"Shoot me of the people I dismantle"
"So to stop her from jumpin' I just cut up the bitches"

Death is the penalty if you're ever caught bitin' me
Some say I'm insane but it's my split personality
The groove it's just wicked so it makes me shake
I thought this time I'd make a rhyme and see what it takes
You suckas tried to creep me then I'll have to get my gat
And bust you in the head for tryin' to steal my acid rap
Esham's here just for this verse
The U-N-H-O-L-Y rocks it much worse
Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster
Word after word till the break a dawn, brother
Rockin' ay, as I play
To the rhythm that I just kicked today
I'ma sway and keep on kickin' it for the ones who buy this
The needle's on the wax for all the suicidalists

"Oh, I'm a ho so I don't have to kill"
"I just educate minds to reality"
"Uh, oh shit damn that's another"
"So you weak ass hoes keep dreamin'"

One King Down – Deliver Me Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

I'm so fed up with the lies
Their unwillingness to compromise
Sickness decay
Time has come to pay

There is no turning back from here
There is no shame there is no fear
There is no turning back from here
There is more hate than fear

I'm finished with my days of desparation
Before you stands my straight edge proclamation
I've survived these trials I have known
Now look upon this face of stone
And how my times have hardened me
This is my epic legacy

I hate

They don't concern themselves with sin
They are no longer ont he outside looking in
There is no way we can lose
Cause there is no way they can win

I stand burned, marked with this straight edge
I have branded into my flesh
Indelible rage
I refuse to be locked in a cage

There is no looking back
There is no turning back
Back from here, do not fear
This hate

Strike.Me

Buy Me a Coffee

There was me, Alex. and three of my mans
All supposed to meet at Korova Milk Bar
The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford it's liquor license
So it sold milkplus Drencrom, or Synthmesc
It would sharpen you up for a bit of the ol' ultraviolence
Which plagued our minds for the evening
And so kiddies... death for all, right right?! RIGHT RIGHT!!
I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!"
After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt
Sick with a smirk, plus happy disturbed
Fucked the first two bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
Haven't been with it, since the last corpse
Kidded, wore a blood stained smile, and told the cops, "He did it!"
Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
Got you beasts slike Doc Moreau
Pour beer out for yourself because you're walking dead
I'll burn your house down like a fucking Talking Head
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
Dissections may mentally cause infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
I'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get me
Hemotobin, left from a lip like a hickey
Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie
Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what your shit missed
Watch the Glock kiss, Little Sis' wet her like a Baptist
Inconvenience; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus
With no shuttle, treeless
Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception
Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
Beats brought back to life die when I'm embalmin' this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I'mma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custer's... back
I ride up on you, divorce your head and neck then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit
People said his brain was infected by devils
I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister-shaped coffin
'til stolen from the garbage I was tossed in
Instincts, snatch your cream like links
Blow shotguns through the sky, making E.T. eyes chink
See me twisting leak with my peeps from psychiatrics
Get high, run up in your crib and fuck your moms backwards
Lost in the dust, don't give a fuck about dangerous
I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head. rush
Ready to bust any trick that talk slick
Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk.
With, Death in my pocket for the curious
At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this
Orange Agent, shit on a vagrant
Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant
Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life
Give an MC brain surgery with butterfly knife
For all you cunts that try to spit with your bitch clique behind ya
Wake up in the morning with a horse head beside ya
Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top
Spending G's on quacks to try and fix my Clock
I caught the quick lock, buggin' in the institution
Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution
Psychological pollution, they stickin' me with Thorazine solution
Shooting at the sky looking for Godly retribution
And I can almost see clear
I start buggin' like a insect and lay larvae in your ear
Agent Orange stomping on MC corpse slim circle body part
Call murder scenes abstract art
Split your sweetbreads it's the horror show in infra-red
Boots get planted in chest there for the misled
Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork
Undress your ghost while your brain's taking a squirt

Downset. - Alchetron, The Free Social Encyclopedia

Gotta flex that skill, yup!
As I watch them kill.
Greed the seed, it's called inequities: vanity, banking, ganking, justified.
How many more will have to suffer?
How many more will have to die?
Well, stop buying the lie! Bold beautiful crying brown eyes.
Technical superstate built on the means of hate.
Dominant symbol corruption escalates.
Can they distinguish life from death?
Should a dollar bill give a man a right to kill?
Hell no!
Because life is priceless, this fight from the affirmative.
Wicked brutal force of course justifying the means death with no remorse.
Covert operations above the law killing for God, for countries, a fraud.
Got to take 'em out!
Violation of human rights!
For the life of the suffering.
Symbol of wickedness.
Post-dictatorship economic elite, starving children bowing to their feet,
smokescreen patriotism won't deny the lie - can't cloud my soul vision.
F.E.M.A., see you, got you on sight.
No law should cut constitutional rights.
No one more hopeless than those that think they are free,
bounded minds of this human machinery.
What I am is what I am!
Crying to jah you know I am praying for payback.
All truth will soon come be in light.
Federal judge, you know they got them on check!
Federal courts, you know they got them on check!
Central banking system, you know they got them on check!
Federal agent, you know you got them on check!
Federal prison, you know they got them on check!
Population control, you know they got it on check!
Cry for life!!
Gotta take 'em out.