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onomatopoeia - jonny 5 + yak lyrics

[intro]
east timorese, guatemala and mumia
the beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
so cointelpro police goin’ to h-ll
“no justice, no peace” is the onomatopoeia
east timorese, guatemala and mumia
the beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
so cointelpro police goin’ to h-ll
“no justice, no peace” is the onomatopoeia

[hook]
east timorese, guatemala and mumia
the beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
so cointelpro police goin’ to h-ll
“no justice, no peace” is the onomatopoeia

[verse 1: jonny 5]
well, anyway, somehow, hip-hop’s no fun now
it’s all been done now, so i stall my puns (wow)
but then i recall my one vow is to bust this
bubble of injustice subtly, what’ll we muddle up
if we bum rush this plush system?
i’m good if we crush this one
puddles of blood’ll be the reb-ttal
i stood in the huddle, but would i risk lung trouble?
could i lift guns that’ll take lives?
’cause there isn’t a stunt double or a fake knife
should i just run, cuddle up with a great wife
and make life erotically perpetuating paradise on the late night?
melodically, us invading places like we gotta key to every door
the people never see the war
when they plan to slaughter smaller villages
k!lling woman to man to daughter
all of us’d really feel ill if we knew
who we hand a lot of our dollars
so my soliloquy is bananas, like guatemala
hands off, -ssata
while ya’ll feast in the belly of the hairy beast
somebody better free mumia, at the very least
release leonard peltier
try to keep the peace by yourself
where can we police the police?
east timorese, healthcare fees increased
i wonder how it felt there
when bombs scorched the nation?
with tomahawk contracts from textron
checks for the next welfare mom corporation

[hook: johnny 5]
east timorese, guatemala and mumia
the beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
so cointelpro police goin’ to h-ll
“no justice, no peace” is the onomatopoeia

[verse 2: jonny 5]
d.a.r.e
drugs are really expensive
drug availability reflects extensive
dependence, and real educated descendants
are able to respect even deadbeat’s amendments
racist enforcement deployed aggressively
red-blooded americans react excessively
directly attacking recreation
eventually destroying a relatively elementary
drive to alter reality
essentially dimension advancement
radical enhancement
dangers are real, especially
drinking alcohol, right?
except it’s distinctly all right
elite declared appropriate
rationalized, enjoyable dope and ritalin
employable dose after red-eyed dose
aboriginal religions each denote
a reincarnation, exploration
done again, reexperience elation
drug abuser reincarceration
efforts don’t allow for rehabilitation
effect: does anybody real expect
dealers are responsible exclusively?
deep-seated apathy reflects existing dissatisfaction
another reclusive da readily eradicates
dramatic ads ridiculously exaggerate
drugs aren’t restricted evenly
end the war on drugs immediately

[hook]
east timorese, guatemala and mumia
the beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
so cointelpro police goin’ to h-ll
“no justice, no peace” is the onomatopoeia

[verse 3: jonny 5]
“no justice, no peace” is one tough phrase
in an unjust world, living unjust days
must gray guns delay stuff from bloomin’
what’s the way you can trust to stay human?
cracks in the street, a crease in the sky
it might spell doom, but at least i try
to keep gloom from whomever
’til the whole thing’s boomin’, zoomin’
on in to my blue piece of pie
i have it, and eat it, too. i need it to
inspire to me to watch, stay seated through
the whole fractal
stay on track ’til the end
treat moments like eternity, learnin’ that time bends
find tens of tendencies in friends
and plenty of these blend with trends
i see in many of my enemies
“by any means necessary”
that’s convincing
if you want a house you break the wood fence
but believin’ in god doesn’t make good sense
so why listen to the words of a madman?

“–if we’re wrong, why don’t you arrest us?
–why don’t you get out in front of the camera and go on?
–it’s not a matter of being in front of the camera
it’s a matter of facing your sheriff and facing your judge
we’re willing to be beaten for democracy!!”

when he turned the other cheek
he’d never seen such fiest
can’t wait for peace
he’s a fool for christ
looking back through the last two millenniums of similar minds
and life’s not fair but they’re kind
waiting for justice is just too gradual
my natural sound’s got to be more radical:
10,000 pacifists– top rank
is a lunatic starin’ down a tank

[hook]
east timorese, guatemala and mumia
the beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
so cointelpro police goin’ to h-ll
“no justice, no peace” is the onomatopoeia

- jonny 5 yak lyrics

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