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Louder 2​.​0

from The Rebel Cell by Mud Sun



Louder 2.0

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
Where winter becomes summer
An old liberator is new nazi
I am not too happy
To watch Mugabe
Draining the coins in the people's pockets
Breaking the pavement for a poxy profit
The stink is so heavy
Where the hearts of the bosses rotten
It spreads over the globe and the world watches
Democratic murder
Bullets pepper ballot boxes
Single party politics
And phallic office 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
Well this globe trotter's
Not afraid to blow the xenophobe of 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
If you're in the crowd
Stick your fists out
Get loud

I 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 breech the constitution
Then it needs revision
But it's practically tradition
Witch hunts, McCarthyism
And abuse of power
Their lies are whispers
But they might start to listen if the truth is louder

Raise your flame
Stake your claim
Say your name out
If you're in the crowd
Stick your fists out
Get loud


from The Rebel Cell, released August 1, 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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