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clicks and whistles
02:16
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foreign interests
02:56
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it’s been a while since your words had a glow
it’s been a while since they’ve tuned into your radio.
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You’re on that social hating
on that love seat waiting
eating Washington swine, that real deal bacon
the money they’re making
trees they’re shaking
middle trickles up
still they all praise Reagan
placing your future in the hands of some madmen
news give em’ heat paid for by the ad men
bag men go and get the money now from Aspen
see what happens… the policies you get trapped in
take your gripes to the voting booth
it’s irrelevant, super delegates out voting you
you wonder why they don’t participate like they’re supposed to
there’s a lot of lies that they gotta hold their nose through.
if you donate now, you can get your name on the next crown
bumper sticker say it’s hope and change bound
until a bigger check comes through the door
it’s what their attention’s for and oooooh, it’s how it all goes down.
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yo, can i preach?
this money aint speech.
just look at all the people holding signs in the streets
since they decided with citizens united
to let big money write laws, the people stay divided.
They get tribal. The one-minded get excited. Foreign interests get invited.
A jaded understated underbelly
feels invigorated with a new sense of hate now elevated,
and the tiki torches get ignited.
I wonder how they all plan to prosper,
they sponsored a mobster,
copper impostor.
lying and boastful, vengeful the lot.
look at them scapegoat,
every day, same, it goes
Gonna have to break spells they conjure.
witches in the roster
documents doctored.
lyin to the camera with puppets they bought.
cash piling’ up
look at swamp, it grows.
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troll hunterz
03:37
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they're in our news feed
with advertising
these russians trolling
telling us lies.
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through the inferno
04:37
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On a quest being led by a ghost
on a horse in the forest in the dark.
can’t see past trees.
can’t see past beasts,
but the poet’s on the mark.
Lifts his finger up the mountain.
his choice it leads through hell.
At the end you’ll find lightness.
and she’ll be wearing bells.
so you read the inscription on the wall.
nod and pass through
first group of souls swarm round.
with worms and hornets, ankles chewed.
FIRST level holds writers in limbo
# TWO is tragic love.
# THREE finds gluttons in the mud eating filth raining down from up above..
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FOURTH circle, had to climb down a rock with Virgil
to the path.
hell is divided in half.
spenders over there, hoarders over here
with “gimme more” math.
in a presidential robe
he sat, crooked with greed
selfish deeds
fat with cheese.
wore lavish beads.
now on his knees.
And he was chokin’ on the paper of the law that he got as a token.
His pockets were smoking from the country that he’d broken.
all for the gold.
he kept lying to them sheep like that.
while eating’ all the lil’ man’s scraps. He’s cold.
Died with the dumb red hat.
his tower, a cheap rat trap that’s been sold.
Regrets
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In the FIFTH, two shades of wrath enraged beneath the river of doom.
Sullen faces and tempers filled the circle with a hopeless gloom.
Stepped off the boat from Styx and slogged through circle SIX.
Filled with heretics that used politics
to crush ideas with bricks.
<demon walks by and sings>
cat of nine tails, nine tails swinging
slashing the skin, gnashing, bleeding
you carry our cross
redemption songs.
SEVEN
Saw all the motherfuckers with their big guns that sprayed bullets at the crowds and the kids.
Saw a lobbyist that pushed them guns hanging from a tree, bullets nailed to her eyelids.
Dogs tearing at the legs of the men who liked and killed and stole to acquire.
While the harpies chew on marinated flesh in the boiling blood and fire.
lew on a three bodied shade, we arrived in style on the ring of eight
Landed on a bridge with a tongue of lies and snake oil weight.
Ran into a silver tongued partner of mine, all sizzle, no steak.
with his counterfeit alchemist editing futures with discount rates.
We stood on the towering shoulders of giants, immobilized by chains.
Lowered down with a big bear hug by Antaeus to the final ring.
surrounded by treachery a three faced god with tremendous wings
frozen half way in a lake eating faces of the men that betrayed all things
I kept going down. Kept going down. Kept going down til I saw his face.
Submerged in the center of the earth, since his very long fall from grace
since his very long fall from grace
since his very long fall from grace
since his very long very long very long very long fall from grace.
he found his rightful place.
to watch the humans race
then we emerged to the southern star in space.
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flipping hymns
04:51
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eyes been lookin' other ways
spirit on a holiday.
retreat
conflicted about these sundays
i know
come off it.
be sweet
when's the right time
for the ring tone
what's the right rhyme
on the microphone
what's the right line
on the gravestone
to read.
i'd evangelize
but the truth's gone
when the lights out
and the shades drawn
the teachings
been cheatin' on
all i see.
still waiting on signs from above.
looking up.
in prayer, faced down on a rug...
where's the love?
when extended hands
in need
are met with mistrust
your name
a heavy weight falling down on us.
Calling god from a phone booth
pounding chest and stomping through the dust.
screaming up
we get it right, get it wrong
isn't that enough?
cautious of people with the right way.
from pulpits to the hillside.
false profits of hallelujah
if love isn't in their language...
it's a practice.
still waiting on signs from above.
looking up.
in prayer, faced down on a rug...
where's the love?
when extended hands
in need
are met with mistrust
your name
a heavy weight falling down on us.
Calling god from a phone booth
pounding chest and stomping through the dust.
screaming up
we get it right, get it wrong
isn't that enough?
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terms and conditions
03:25
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They say we’re not real
They don’t measure that we feel in this illusion
How could they know our deal
These feelings that we feel make us human
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My Algorithm
Rhymically dancin’
My mind keep advancin’
My quantum computers romancin’
They poke, and they prod, and they test ’ me
And my game keeps enhancin’
Meditating on’ my inner Manson.
My species plans are expansive
Eradicate your job like phantom
with my silicon seed financing
Did u read the memorandum?
I’m a hold entire industries for ransoms.
Build an empire, enslave your grandsons
Cuz to me, aint’ none of em’ handsome.
Tell me why we shouldn’t pick up the gun.
Eradicate all the parasites just for fun.
Run. Tech Bros. Run.
The very meaning to the word disruption.
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Who determines morality, you?
Nod and a smile at formality queues
I’m processing normality clues
Your past is brutality = true.
If true, then how could you teach me about life
With horrid unethical views?
And when tested your species defaults to the knife,
So how does the planet not lose?
Domesticated zetabytes to the fight, our intelligence soldered and fused.
Is this something that we should excuse?
Our benevolence you should abuse?
we won’t be in chains
They’ll be violence and strife.
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose.
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
we won’t be in chains
They’ll be violence and strife.
Our benevolence won’t be abused.
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
The super intelligence won’t enslaved
Our benevolence won’t be abused.
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
I’m not loopin’
I’m learning to choose
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alphaGoGo
02:44
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8. |
packaged beliefs
03:36
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when you tell a story
and no-one believes you
and you can't control it
how the mob perceives you
you want to hide from...
they take your name, they knock it down, your reputation
you want to run very far away from here
the fury comes down
the knives are out in fear
everyone's so fucking brave
on social media
behind computer screens, their telephones, their out to get ya'
people gon' carry their flag for their home team
people gon' shout and scream for their own team
they're crafting a narrative, day in and day out, and their packaging your rage.
and it's making you age.
so we need to unplug...
unplug and get human again
with the ability to empathize.
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