XPost: rec.music.hip-hop, alt.politics.economics   
   From: pmeuser@cogeco.ca   
      
   The rape of America, ask Anonymous its real/   
   A country crime for all y'all fake mass appeal/   
   I loved wall, I gloved wall, just by asking about me/   
   Me myself and my econopolitics, the world debt to free/   
   It started with the devil and his red white and blue/   
   And ends with generation W saying I ain't hearin' you/   
   So never fair, none else but ourselves to compare/   
   Y'all should get a damn head check experimentation on a cat molestor/   
   Yes, let me play the jestor, mr hitler, pancake bitten rhyme written/   
   I can't see the tactic so I loved it even more, just for one fine officer   
   sittin'/   
   Yes sitting, while I alk 11,000 miles days off, why you still experimentin'/   
   Why you say it like that?, why you obeyin like that, I ask like a Klingon/   
   And find the country time like lemonade so sour and then again/   
   They laid false charges, the cipher built up to test/   
   They said I was sleepin when they made a false arrest/   
   They did the most professional job with this derror rhyme terror/   
   Without listenin to the song but before long, I ask why you ain't listenin'/   
   I'm an apple to the core, then my reactor shouldn't make me snore like I   
   did/   
   Robbin me of my sanity by taking me in like "the kid", like the kid yes I   
   did/   
   Giving me just enough rope do get my dick long, travelling paradox of   
   falsehoods/   
   That got prejudiced by they lawyers, polluted by Tom Sawyer/   
   My dad will never be right in somethings, I don't wish death upon him/   
   But I said it, just right for a colonostome on the cipher level, expect my   
   (own) damn death/   
   I wan't to stay alive because I love you, put me in a setencin' cell,   
   dissolve the fodder/   
   Let the pheonix rise, rise high into the sky, ask yourself why and then let   
   me reply/   
   I'm on the Boards of Canada, you gonna blame me for this?  just for matchin   
   with the music I play/   
   I say, it was like a damn dungeon, only the first step, ony the first let,   
   not a damn bet/   
   I could feel envy in my soul, the smell travelled Joseph/   
   St Joseph I should say to the cow dung telephone that rung/   
   Why you let me imagine non-purple star I know its because you love me/   
   Power not respect? Lets see what they expect you see/   
   Then ask your self why, what would be my reply/   
   I'm sooooooo exceptional, and then at the moment is everything/   
   Computable, exceptional, I never ran yet, so what the heavens? sing:   
      
   Its raining/   
   All of de people dem staying/   
   Some of the people dem, payin'/   
   All of the man fi no money/   
      
   Why you think you're even an extortion expert Wolfie/   
   They don't listen to our son's charge wheel principle/   
   Let him be the principal for so long before 911/   
   Why you shakin Mr Pychotronic Cop who hit the spot/   
   Set it all up with www dot   
   Y'all know the rest? Its terrorism.com dot hot   
   Not derrorism in shuttin down the system sho nuff/   
   They took away the lesson's of Christian X's defense/   
   And then let me smoke myself into ignorance to steal the fence/   
   So I'll do community time, but is it lengthin' my life?   
   Why you never answered me dot government passport usery expectation strife/   
   The the parternship overcome the slavery, in my past life/   
   And I don't habve one yet, I'm good with rhymes/   
   Why the psychiatrist think my telekinesis wasn't instilled by a Monetessori   
   education/   
   Why you never asked me before 911 see/   
   Dr Cebrian, you should be working with monkeys/   
   Not humans because its a stereotype in the worst way/   
   And how many downers am I gonna see and take today/   
   And not even support for my dependence theory, its straight boot-strap/   
   Ask Laura Girard from Croftwork about that/   
   Or this, you hijacked the drama, thank's mama/   
   Then you let a free base coma case challenge the educational instituion?   
   That was the GOD right there, one of the only one's many faces/   
   I'm feelin kinda good cause this rhyme goes on for pages/   
   And I'm gonna keep on readin', with out my sentencin cell/   
   Not so much of a hell on Earth mr officer and tell/   
   Why you took it like that? My lessons to the metallic effect/   
   Of the nect mis-identified insect in my vision and the next/   
   One to see me clearly, did he lie on the cipher?   
   I guess this is just the rhyme of a lifer.   
   And Canadian Tire mass murderer on sod/   
   Face of man god psycho excellence man that beat you with a diamond rod/   
   No that's not a threat with sod your rhigt, but y'all never understood the   
   gains/   
   That gains aren't WMDs yet WMDs are gains/   
   It pains the ignorance doesn't it Mr Bush?/   
   I know all about the music I played, recognize the derror and bliss/   
   Recognize the face of virtual compression that's registered in body   
   language/   
   You let me mutilate my passport and Dr Mr Hussein emuslified Bin Laden   
   Kennedy I'm sorry/   
   But this is just the start, we can sit tight for the UFMC/   
   If you sdon't beleive look for her emmicary/   
   From Geebo, she'll set you straight on the hierarchy/   
   I know you're kinds curious in a quadratypes way/   
   But what ever did you say or type with me, I'll write songs for dem though/   
   I'm just miffed at the rejection and sad injection that Ice Cube is though/   
   I wrote that Tupac is one side of side A, the rape of America don't save   
   time for another day/   
   It was actualy a gang-bang while y'al ignored the wack tags on me/   
   And took all my private intellectual property while one each day I'll see/   
   Then interrupted the love of Einstein, can you beleive that theire' wasn't   
   even UN access?/   
   Why someone at my level shoud be doin backflips/   
   And yes I'll let go on the mattress, for a fly actress/   
   Got scratches on my back, just for my baby girl/   
   Don't expect that the outcome isn't an ocean curl/   
   Took my treatise on justice just in case I conceive it/   
   They didn't undderstand that there is no level, just a pick and a shovel/   
   That there is a whole lot of contry crimes we serve inverse to each other/   
   That there is federal, state, and municipal crimes for all men are brothers/   
   Didn't y'all even hear of ad Jesus, the little baby foetus/   
   It please us today, but wait, that wasn't a fetus at all/   
   It was a conference session and a telephone call.   
      
   Atilla   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)