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Louder

from Mine The Gap by Mud Sun

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Louder

All the way from UK without an ID number
To flip syntax with the impact of a funk drummer
Spin back the revolution
I hunt the hunter
From the slums of London
To where winter becomes summer
An old liberator is new nazi
I am not too happy
To watch Mugabe
Drainin' the coins in the peoples pockets
Breakin' the pavement for a poxy prophet
The stink is so heavy in the heart of where the bosses rot
It spreads over the globe and the world watches
Democratic murder
Bullets pepper ballot boxes
Single party politics
Are filing off his blocks
It's reminiscent of a television horror
The demolition of a country for a quick dollar
Politician men are sipping from the city's coffers
No amount of rhetoric can hide their dishonor
But this globe trotter's not afraid
To blow the xenophobe off his
Office with a phrase
So call me the prose bomber
The grenade pin puller
Show stopper
Got to chase the cock away

Raise your flame
Stake your claim
Say your name out
Louder... LOUDER!
Louder... LOUDER!

If you're in the crowd
Stick your fists out
Get Loud
Louder... LOUDER!
Louder... LOUDER!

I've got these southern neighbors who've been causing problems lately
They got people locked in cages on their property
It's crazy
Guantanamo Bay is basically a concentration camp
Where the inmates are trapped in cages by the Patriot Act
They're trying to get some information fast, but it's unreliable
And where the hell did a man's right to trial go?
There's no defenses when your file is closed
Behind those green fences
And there's no reason to even mention
The Geneva Convention
'Cause your special classification
Doesn't seem to be listed as 'in need of protection'
So they can keep you in prison
With chains on your feet
That squeeze you into a fetal position
Until they're finished with their whole
'Middle Eastern freedom mission'
If this doesn't breach the constitution, then it needs revision
But it's practically tradition
Witch hunts, Macarthyism
And abuse of power
Their lives are whispers
But they might start to listen if the truth is louder

Raise your flame
Stake your claim
Say your name out
Louder... LOUDER!
Louder... LOUDER!

If you're in the crowd
Stick your fists out
Get Loud
Louder... LOUDER!
Louder... LOUDER!

How about this then Mr. President?
The bubble that you're livin' in
Is about to blow like glycerin
And you tried to tie my hands
But I unfettered them
I know the lie of the land
Now I'm layin' down the evidence

Yeah, it's Mud Sun, lyrical gadflies
Two voices of dissent
Exposing mad lies left and right
Unmasking poisonous men
We live in a gap full of landmines
Where most political stories are spin
But the louder we speak truth to power
The sooner this bullshit is going to end

Raise your flame
Stake your claim
Say your name out
Louder... LOUDER!
Louder... LOUDER!

If you're in the crowd
Stick your fists out
Get Loud
Louder... LOUDER!
Louder... LOUDER!

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from Mine The Gap, released February 15, 2008

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Baba Brinkman New York, New York

Science rapper and inventor of several novel hip-hop variants. Canadian transplant to New York. Pathological optimist.

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