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proletariat rule - re-education camp lyrics

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verse 1
the situation’s critical, politicals limitin’ aid to minimal
subliminal, the visuals “pitiful” or they “criminal”
whoa baby, take control of the pics, you betta
find out whose pullin’ all the strings for the rich, but the
economy is robbery, gone to the mob of sn-bbery
the nominees still coddle the bottles, and p-wn and lotteries
bulldoze ‘em, they ain’t good for the seeds, see it’s a
squeeze ‘til you got no room to breathe, but i’m-a
lean back on ‘em ‘til they do what i please
the way they trouble you is subtle, too, funnel it under public view
still muddlin’ through rubble that covers us ‘cause of “w”
sn-tch back the power right from they hands – it’s never —
handed over ‘til you takin’ a stand
it’s all incredible the federal’s meddlin’ with your edibles
while several in medical settle out for a head of bull
sick and tired of the games they play, we gonna
do it our way ‘cause we here to stay
they thought they got us, that changes right now, today

they never knew of the proletariat rule!

verse 2
the way we nominate, they dominate, comical when they congregate
accommodations nominal, lowest commons, denominate
get ya gloves up, jump in the ring – ya never –
win the fight if you ain’t willin’ to swing
ya thought the drama died, it’s codified, enterprise personified
while prima donna’s on the side, mama’s hidin’ from homicide
we see the enemies more clear than before
now it’s a matter if we recognize what evens the score
sure up alliances and takin’ all the tyrants to war
so while they revelin’ in revenue, said they heaven but never do
embezzlin’ from brethren, ‘semblin’ what that bevin do
we done slumberin’, the numbers are in – it’s lookin’
pretty good the mission’s ‘bout to begin
until the residents are revenants, hesitant to your evidence
we represent the heaven-sent, xin’ the feds and presidents
when they fall, invigorated the rigor
towers tumblin’, they mumblin’ and fumblin’ triggers
when they figure out the power’s always based on who’s bigger

they never knew of the proletariat rule!

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