Hey yo filibuster real adjusters Sitting Bull is killing Custer I spent my life with Lady Liberty and still don’t trust her She like a nagging wife in life and I can’t tune her out I’m not moving out, she won’t let me move without her She yelling louder at the criminals that move the powder But I’m still under her thumb, under the sun Under the gun, under my roof The number one suspect when I come to the booth under the truth Hey, something’s odd, one nation under fraud Focused on three things: gays, guns, and God Old money cause Ace trumps your card And Trump trumps that with bust come back I wanna stay months abroad and what? Get a divorce Cause I ain’t digging this state, you’re like a helicopter mom From a polygamist sect, the Patriot Act is as patriotic as al-Qaida rockets But you make it like it’s Davey Crockett I don’t need the medicine that Jay Severin push He talk on and on while blood from veterans gush Lex Luther’d be better than Bush Now that’s evil, Lady Liberty needs to be peaceful
[Columbia by Langston Hughes]
My dear girl, you really haven’t been a virgin so long. It’s ludicrous to keep up the pretext. You’re terribly involved in world assignations and you’ve slept with all the big powers in military uniforms and everybody knows this.
[Verse 2: Trademarc]
Hey yo Bilderberg built a merger, money and it’s built to hurt you Honorary members will disperse your monetary lenders Render you anonymous, Lady Liberty’s a misnomer cause she own ya In bed with all the bankers and conglomerates that bone her The moderates that only watch profit when our soldiers march Scolder in the public eye, eating off the same plate, feeling on her fucking thigh Firefights looking like summer skies at night when bombs fly I might just ruffle feathers and smuggle Berettas into the Oval Office And re-arrange the remainder of his thoughts When the presidential chambers and my banger hit their mark And the muzzle flash spark, illuminates the dark Making blood-splatter look like fucking art And shooting galleries, chop shop his whole anatomy (Oh, let’s talk it out?) I’d rather find his heart and carve it out, no doubt You Cub Scout partisans are laid out like ottomans And far colder than when autumn ends and when the coroner bends, it all depends I’m sooner to gun down the president’s head And leave the White House front lawn polluted with the dead
[Columbia by Langston Hughes]
You’ve taken the sweet life of all the little brown fellows in loincloths and cotton trousers. When they’ve resisted, you’ve yelled, “Rape.” Being one of the world’s big vampires, why don’t you come on out and say so like all the other nymphomaniacs of power?
[Verse 3: Slaine]
Oil grabbing ovaries, Lady Liberty is ? and violent Vocally, she’s a bitch, chivalry is dead Ice cold shivery, televisions are being fed Eyes so vividly visioned they’d imprison me instead This isn’t being fed up, this is off with their head What’s the price of a bullet? We are lost being led Follow stray shots, bombs in their eyes burst as they watch How many grave plots? When do we say stop? When do we take responsibility? Are we willing to trust these villains with suits and ties Who lust for billions? Are we filled with the ability to really be ill? I don’t need no fucking Bill or Hillary still I feel like they’re villains too to really be real So I got artillery filled, kill or be killed In these killing fields, false prophets profit from loss Gosh, I wonder how much the whole Oval Office will cost And it’s only getting worse now, Bush was nothing McCain could be the first one to push the button Who do we trust now when we can’t even trust us? There’s no peace we can find, there’ ain’t no justice Just a war going on against each of us We need to reach down deep and start speaking up Cause everybody’s illing when the buildings