XPost: rec.music.hip-hop, alt.politics.economics, alt.flame   
   XPost: alt.conspiracy, alt.politics.usa   
   From: jasonzc@yahoo.com   
      
   "Patrick Ashley Meuser\"-Bianca\""  wrote in   
   news:Rrf0g.30739$Hk1.13201@read1.cgocable.net:   
      
   > 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   
      
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