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Wretched of the Earth
04:37
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We must break down our colonial minds to claim our humanity
Unlearning all that we have learned
Disregard the petty bourgeois lies of the colonized elite
The Lumpen masses seize their turn
Tethered underclasses with class consciousness
Shall no longer be the wretched of the earth
Weary underclasses wielding violence
Shall no longer be the wretched of the earth
Life can only materialize from the corpse of the masters
From forgotten destitution
Forced to bathe in their own dirt
Emerge the vanguard of revolution
We will make the bastards hurt
With a new found resolution
And the will to claim this earth
We will seek no absolution
None but I decide my worth
With force, we achieve our liberation
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They Can't Stop Us All
03:33
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One man against the wall
One plan to save them all
He never stood a chance alone
Unflinching (a final stand)
Unyielding (until the end)
He stood his ground all on his own
You never have to walk alone
In time this world will be our own
You never have to fight alone
This is our time now form the line
March in solidarity
Together as one barrel of a gun
We shout (“they can’t stop us all”)
One world on which to live
They took, now they must give
The final conflict has arrived
One mission (we’re at the gates)
One people (to liberate)
Together we may yet survive
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Bootlicker
01:55
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Choke on your excuses, your inconsistencies
Your moral failure and ideology
Why don’t you look in a fucking mirror?
Smash in your face, maybe you’ll see things clearer
There is nothing inside your inane vacant mind
But vague contradictions and mistaken pride
You gorge on their shit and thank them for the privilege
You sip on their piss like a fine glass of wine
Bootlicker
Keep your tongue in your mouth, you’re only hurting yourself
(Stop being such a fucking) bootlicker
Take it out of your mouth, you just embarrass yourself
What makes you think they’ll let you into their country club
Playing golf over indigenous graves?
You’re just a prole like me digging through garbage scraps
But you’re too full of shit to see it
Bootlicker
Keep your tongue in your mouth, you’re only hurting yourself
(Stop being such a fucking) bootlicker
Take it out of your mouth, you just embarrass yourself
I hope you choke on it
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No heart, no conscience
There’s no humanity
No mind, self-righteous
Where is the truth and sincerity?
This is the greatest illusion
Fiction infecting your mind
The mandatory conclusion
To keep the structure defined
Break your mental chains
We have a world to gain
Stand upright, it’s your warning light
No compromise
Don’t fear my friend, this is not the end
Our day will come when the world ascends
Find the will to fight, we will be alright
A new world is possible if we trust in each other
No hope, no future
Where do we go from here?
No love, no suture
Spiraling downwards in pain and fear
No longer any confusion
Of how they’ve kept us enslaved
The masses grow disillusioned
Against their masters depraved
Break your mental chains
We have a world to gain
Stand upright, it’s your warning light
No compromise
Don’t fear my friend, this is not the end
Our day will come when the world ascends
Find the will to fight, we will be alright
A new world is possible if we trust in each other
Make gentrify total destroy
Here lies a sadistic affliction
Make gentrify total destroy
Tonight is their final eviction
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YELXPERIL Washington, D.C.
Pronounced "Yellow Peril," YELXPERIL is a metal/hardcore artist rising in the heart of the empire. They combine searing revolutionary lyrics with riotous energy and rousing choruses to inspire the people to action.
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