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posted on Sep, 24 2011 @ 08:28 AM
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I can´t believe that no one posted this. \m/



Lyrics :

Attention! Attention!
All citizens are ordered to report to their District detention centers!
Do not return to your homes;
Do not contact anyone!
Do not use any cellular or GPS devices!
Surrender all weapons at once!
Attention! This way to the camps!

I woke up in a black FEMA box
Darkness was all around me, in my coffin
My dreams are all nightmares anymore
And this is what I dream every night

The Leader of the New World Order, the President of the United States
Has declared anyone now residing inside the US of A
Without the RFID chip, you're just an illegal alien
An enemy combatant of America, welcome to the New World Order

This is the end of the road; this is the end of the line
This is the end of your life; this is the...

A society in a society, inside the fence life as you know it stops
They got their rules of conduct and we got ours
Be quick or be dead, you crumble up and die, the clock is
Ticking so slowly and so much can happen in an hour

I learned my lessons the hard way, every scar I earned
I had to bleed, inside the day yard
A system of controlled movement, like a giant ant farm
Any time is long time, now you're not in charge of your time anymore

The Ex-President signed a secret bill that can
Land a legal US Citizen in jail and the
Patriot act stripped away our constitutional rights
They say a Concentration camp just popped up, yeah, right!

Refuse the chip? Ha! Get persecute and beat by the
Tyranny of Mind control, for the mark of the beast
All rights removed, you're punished, captured, and enslaved
Believe me when I say, this is the endgame!


Peace



posted on Sep, 24 2011 @ 12:08 PM
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Originally posted by ColoradoJens
reply to post by FEDec
 


That was awesome. I may steal some samples from the beginning.


CJ


LINK

/ If you go here you can find more of is rants and the one in the song without the music. Give your frankenstein earphone radio a listen.
edit on 24-9-2011 by FEDec because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 24 2011 @ 09:00 PM
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reply to post by FEDec
 


Classic. Thanks. You have to let this one get going to get some good ATS based samples, but the whole song has them!



and for of some of our more sensitive members..



CJ
edit on 24-9-2011 by ColoradoJens because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 25 2011 @ 01:05 PM
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I'm just surprised that no one has took the time to post these yet.




Lyrics:

It's a mystery to me - the game commences
for the usual fee - plus expenses
confidential information - contained in a diary
this is my investigation - not a public inquiry

I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
you get to meet all sorts in this line of work
treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it

And what have you got at the end of the day?
what have you got to take away?
a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes

Scarred for life - no compensation
private investigations



posted on Sep, 26 2011 @ 02:30 PM
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edit on 26-9-2011 by LadySkadi because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 27 2011 @ 05:58 PM
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Love this thread. I've been lurking around ATS for around 3 years now and this is the first time I find a topic that actually convinces me to create an account and post without the fear of stumbling into an endless flame war


This thread is begging for some Immortal Technique so I'll just leave these here...






posted on Sep, 27 2011 @ 11:10 PM
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Fave band of mine since I first heard their demo in 2001 and saw them live in 2002 with a hot lesbian, atheist poetry writing singer/songwriter named Otep:




posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 08:19 AM
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Have a bit of Disturbed...



posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 12:18 PM
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reply to post by Seed76
 


Strictly political.



Lyrics:
You told the soldiers fight for god got them slaugthering kids
now they sick taking naked flicks at Abu Ghraib
this is, a step back, not evolution for the torturer
let's fight for resolution revolution through a orchestra
there's more to the, regime change than democracy
hipocrisy so the elite can keep their monopoly
why so few control so much of the wealth
how you gon' stop corporate criminals you are one yourself
in business with the Bin Ladens rich off of Enron
Iraq building contracts to Cheney is dead wrong
and Rumsfeld don't even know how a guns held
let him fight his own battles faggot wouldnt shoot one shell
but they'll recruit high-schools for young kids
give 'em guns with lasers make them run up in some crib
to take a hostage no rights in Guantanamo
we onto those snakes, make them fall like dominoes
cause now they talking 'bout delaying the election
scare us with terror alerts and say it's for protection
won't let the U.N. count the votes afraid cause we are destined
to take away their power break away from their oppression
tell those masons we aint with their segregation
we want mind elevation, health care legislation
worldwide medication, answers why they not interrogating
Bin Ladens family just taking them back
to the Saudi's then they hit us with the patriot act
we want proof where's the truth start facing the facts
where's the bombs that Saddam used to make in Iraq
your either stupid or a liar start facing the fact, that...

[Hook]
You have no god, you have no armor
to defend your father who made this Osama
been paid from Bin Ladens, Saddam and the Taliban
so whose oil are you putting in your caravan? [x2]

[Slaine]
You know that I'm the type to fight I'm willing to brawl
if it still isn't right we can kill 'em all
we can go to war, with all these mother#ers in the sand
we can take it to the Saudi's now we make 'em understand
the working class jerking that M-60
but if I'm going out # it I'm taking them with me
but tell me which lies, are the generated push lies
from the reagan administration on down to these Bush guys
manipulate the media, make it like you switched sides
economics trickle down, greedier rich guys
are tickled pink and it's sick to think
while we eatin' chicken wings
thinking how to stick the Brink's sicker things
are happening it's not inside of my head
we can't get Osama now so here's Saddam instead
sand battle fields are bloody and they're rotten and red
while Al Qaeda got a camera and there choppin our heads
and this is your America mine has never been Oil
Mr.Bush no we never made the president royal
so put your crown on that ground
the same ground that gave you your dollars and pounds
rupels and your yen
and look what you've created sir cause truly you are them
there's a 911 america the president is them
with his hand on the bible watch the devil in his sin
when his blood spills know that he was never innocent, No!

[Hook x2]

[Virtuoso]
Lemme explian why my heart is in pain
you trade lives for loot and claim fair market exchange
while my man from the block hit the marines at seventeen
exposed his soul to horrible killings he's never seen
lost more than fifty pounds trekking cross the desert ground
Afghanistan he's soon to hit Iraq with heavy weapon rounds
yo E rep your town cause the bean for your back
I'm just heated at the current regimes scheme of attack
the president dodged drafts, drive drunk and sniffed cane
and claim Clinton should have been impeached for dicking chicks brains
they think insane and it's plain that their priorities
stealing Florida by blocking votes from minorities
they want police state authority, Nazi mind control conformity
a world war like when we stormed Normandy
Cheney's the brain he's doctor evil with a broke heart
Bush senior runs the country junior couldn't run a go-kart
they start wars and use our tax to but their bombs
they're crazy rich from alcohol tobacco and firearms
and Bin Laden ain't gon' never get handled man
only wanted to build a pipeline through Afghanistan
Osama's father launder more cash
everytime we pour gas, while ghetto youth catch bullets in they poor ass
how can we compete when their base is the elite?
well I guess our only option is to take it to the streets
the last thing we wanted was to reach a civil war
but if our ass ain't living free, then what are we living for?
the last thing we wanted was to start a civil war
but if our ass ain't living free what the # are we living for?!?!

[Hook x2]



posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 12:20 PM
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reply to post by LadySkadi
 


oh no! Now this song will be stuck in my head all day.



posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 12:21 PM
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reply to post by gimmefootball400
 


That was one of the ones I was waiting for!



posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 12:24 PM
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Here is another I am surprised that no one posted:






And another:




posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 12:41 PM
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I dunno but this song came to my mind. Best 80's movie EVAH! lol




posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 12:46 PM
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reply to post by blackmetalmist
 


Survival song, good one!



posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 12:48 PM
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I love this song....




posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 01:16 PM
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reply to post by nixie_nox
 

Surprisingly, this song describes the majority of the paranoid right-wing here.



I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that # is on? Heh
Let me drop some # like this here, real smooth

Verse One: Scarface

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
Four walls just starin at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin the attic
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the mother#er
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But # that #! There's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
Investigatin the joint for traps
Checkin my telephone for taps
I'm starin at the woman on the corner
It's #ed up when your mind is playin tricks on ya

Verse Two: Willie D

I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a mother#er
Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's goin down let's get this # over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the mother#in trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners
My mind is playin tricks on me

Verse Three: Scarface

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin I'm in service
Prayin for forgiveness
And tryin to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bull#
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this #
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin lonely
My mind is playin tricks on me

Verse Four: Bushwick Bill

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin
Robbin little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin them mother#in B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as # on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin tricks on me


edit on 9/28/2011 by MustNotSpeak because: (no reason given)



posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 01:34 PM
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To the substantial sub-pop of ATS--2012, elenin, nibriu, something major is going down today--that I quickly become aware of whenever I check in....

The sky is falling! The sky is falling! ~Chicken Little.

But hey, as I post this I'll probably end up face-palming, guys!


Chicken Little:




posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 11:04 PM
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reply to post by MustNotSpeak
 


Nice!



posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 11:09 PM
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Originally posted by MustNotSpeak
reply to post by nixie_nox
 

Surprisingly, this song describes the majority of the paranoid right-wing here.



I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that # is on? Heh
Let me drop some # like this here, real smooth

Verse One: Scarface

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
Four walls just starin at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin the attic
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the mother#er
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But # that #! There's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
Investigatin the joint for traps
Checkin my telephone for taps
I'm starin at the woman on the corner
It's #ed up when your mind is playin tricks on ya

Verse Two: Willie D

I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a mother#er
Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's goin down let's get this # over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the mother#in trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners
My mind is playin tricks on me

Verse Three: Scarface

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin I'm in service
Prayin for forgiveness
And tryin to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bull#
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this #
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin lonely
My mind is playin tricks on me

Verse Four: Bushwick Bill

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin
Robbin little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin them mother#in B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as # on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin tricks on me


edit on 9/28/2011 by MustNotSpeak because: (no reason given)


Love this song since it first came out. Truly ATS worthy.



posted on Sep, 28 2011 @ 11:29 PM
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Should I post this one? Why not....




...we've Got The Right To Choose And
there Ain't No Way We'll Lose It
this Is Our Life, This Is Our Song
we'll Fight The Powers That Be Just
don't Pick Our Destiny 'cause
you Don't Know Us, You Don't Belong...




edit on 28-9-2011 by LadySkadi because: (no reason given)




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