LYRICS: I refuse to be miserable, even though brick is still inedible! PANIC! PANIC AROUND THE GLOBE! Nothin left to eat PANIC! Panic around the gloBE! They Found Brick Inedible

LYRICS: why you hatin' humans? 678 reasons humans murdered jesus humans ask me what im angry for i see somethings that i cant ignore i could politic 'til all of our ears get sore but im only a floatin log tryin to find a shore i look further at sea and see casulties of savagely imprinted habits that breed in this god we trust, the dollar bill creed i put it to the sun rub my eyes to proof read and what i saw i could not at all heed had me question if i wanna spread my seed cus times are hard, stress comes compact i cant recall a moment when it wasn't like that i cant recall a moment when the blues wasnt sung i cant recall why im born with the funk of a thousand greedy souls swallowin at whole whatever their hands can hold they ask me why you hating humans? you really wanna know? ok listen.. humans care not for what they consume if they could they'd probably consume the moon sell you anything from bad milk to plastic to child made fabrics to meat slabs hormone filled pay no attention to how they toil with their land and waste fertile peak soil cant embody love til bed time comes outlaw pitbulls but not hand guns humans hide away from the sun then pay to get it synthetically on the run humans will indulge you in a violent search and control your thoughts with dogma and church and ego fights and broken clans and civilization ended the moment it began civilization ended the moment it began why you hatin humans 678 reasons humans murdered jesus humans invent diseases why you hatin humans

LYRICS: i'm tryin to get hired, naw im tryin to get fired im tryin to rid my soul of selfish desire i aint a buyer of capitalism's propanda naw i'm a real hip hopper now can the people wake the fuck up already? cus u know hells around us steady casulties of war shit, this continent's a warship and everyone got their own responsibilities it aint with ease that i communicate these ugly truths, workin class testimonies we scrub their floors stand tall to open their doors maintain their pools and gulf course this class war's international highly mechanical hegemony organized by the so called civilized 1st world nations, stuck on the oil teat allied with dictators til people take to the streets Kill'em all slow, public executions make'em pay for the ways that they abusing us so who do you trust? your family? your clan? the safety net borders that are drawn in the sand? yeah, it gets deeper, cus im born in the middle east the place where poverty sleeps, the heart of the beast the oil well's spillin civilization poisons different republic, similar disappointments boys in my homelands actin like grown men aint no time to chill, or savour bein children thats reality kid, get it how you get it break the law cus Allah understands sometimes its hard to recognize privilege the kind of poverty you experience is relative to where you live you are both the work horse and the gears of oppression, lets go! I left my homeland in the middle of night came to a place i'm told was doin it right broke n starved is the immigrant's/refugee's fight but poverty's everywhere whether you black or white or muslim or christian i hope that you listen to your heart and accomplish your mission break the law cus Allah understands when you fight the corporate plans of the rich white man enforcin police states, a thousand holocausts all in the name of the luxuries of the north slavery's abolished but we still their property tradin time hourly, they got the power we lackin, so dont hesitate to give'em a smackin end their petrol economy, yo come! follow me! arent u sick n tired of livin for the weekend? arent u fed up with the ways they be speakin on your behalf? makin u the global enemy? the people's uprising might be the only remedy we're runnin out of time, lets re-write history change dont come til you make it be we're runnin out of time, lets re-write history change dont come til you make it be tell'em if you want my freedom goddamn it then you gonna have to pry it out my cold dead hands I left my homeland in the middle of night came to a place i'm told was doin it right broke n starved is the immigrant's/refugee's fight but poverty's everywhere whether you black or white

LYRICS: MT: willing young n able barely stable holdin on to our innocence from the cradle we've been robbed with full time jobs omnipotence we have lost it, we're the victims we've accosted our own selves cus we dwell inside hell we mask this pain, and call it gain cus its too real cant take a second to reflect on how we truly feel lies shield us like helmets do the riot cops we're addicted to this role we can not drop.. civilized civil lies told to us daily life is unclean like the air we inhaling we scalin up the walls tryin to clean up their malls sweep their halls for a wage that aint worth it all Natasha Kulis: People who sat on their hands They never became much Just sat in the stairwell Or watched from a distance They go through the motions Of forced conversations And losing their patience So they work it out. Work it in Learn to fight. Learn to swim Hit the nail. Hit the head Make the grade. Make the bed Turn it loose. Turn it on Cut the cord. Cut the lawn Stand in line. Stand up straight Stay a while. Stay awake MT: How come these outcomes seem so familiar? the cat loved curiosity til it killed her the city's made of bricks that calloused the builder the pyramid looks pretty, at least from the center from the top, cus the bottom is subterranean we love our cell even when the walls are cavin in slavery is comfortable, stay awake, stay alive cus a stomach that's barely full, still survives we're willin to live a life unthrilling secure enough, though we only got a few shillings we're dealin with times that are constantly changin we play the game though we know it's a strange thing Natasha Kulis Golden hands are setting places At a crooked table They pull out the chairs to seat the Willing young and able

LYRICS: MonkeyWrench: He flicked the light switch on for that familiar feelin wondered if it worked what that light would be revealin nothin pretty, layers of dust on the floor and the ceiling he found this old house abandoned so it wasn't really theiving plus anyone would do the same and every one did seniors looting grocery stores tryin to feed their grand kids "where's mommy n daddy?" child they're in a better place where their hummers still run and their warm and their safe amazing grace, he slept outside for twenty eight days and lately the cold pains had been reaching his cold veins stay sane, keep walkin, dont talk to the flames he stood there on the doorway of this house with no name red brick from the twenties, a vault of strange memories opened the rusted freezer but of course it was empty belly swollen like a charity ad, prepared to be dead no food in the house, he tried to eat the walls instead he found brick inedible he found brick inedible MT: with a red brick in his mouth, passed out, this sad drought was overtaking his entire civilization and while he lay motionless, saving his last breaths he recalled the steps that lead to this current devastation had a flashback to a time when he was younger when his eyes weren't full of fear and his stomach wasn't full of hunger to when the planet hadn't yet executed its revenge to when life was tough, but food was still abundant before karma kicked into effect to punish those who left this oasis wrecked to when the soil went barren and the people were left staring at their apparent new found impurities to when the corporations robbed the peasants of food security it was easy enough to do the blame got diffused luxury was entertaining so the people were amused they were living in empires of colonialist abuse industrial confusion, an act of their choosing they were living in denial of what their legacy was doing looking out for the self til they forgot about the collective thinking their species is forever resurrected the stakes were high, but the leaders were higher lovin the flame, getting closer n closer to the fire their desire to live the lifestyle of food chain's royalty made their king face the same fate, even he found brick inedible he found brick inedible MT: some survived this collapse, few saw it comin grew their own food, started huntin started to organize, disbanded their governments made real exactly what it is they wanted left behind memories of a haunted past of elites who possessed everything and flaunted their actions, that were Oh so regrettable as though they didn't realize that brick was inedible as though they planned on living eternally as criminals as though they couldn't disseminate earth's not so subliminal anger! a violent message sent so clear, tearing up every single town's airport hangars churning out all these concrete stranglers pulling the plug, destroying their oil tankers left them in the dark both the poor and the bankers became nomadic clans, species endangered with no fuels, left to fend for their selves they fought over canned foods that were left on the shelves they'd evolved into creatures with no mental wealth and now they'd dissolved into humble beings that learned to dwell and learned a tough lesson that was pivotal and yeah, they found brick inedible

LYRICS: what goes around sure comes around comes around hard like Icarus hitting the ground call it karma call it physics action and reaction everything got its limits brother Icarus, who's your prophet? who's the one that will stand up to your impending apocalypse? is he wearing a white robe long hair and sandals or is he wearing a white lab coat and goggles who's your messiah? will she defend you through love or will he use fire? when its contagious love is quite the force before its too late love might cause us remorse for cancerous paths we've taken, for industrial course of events, awakened populous, 2012 a breathe of confidence a year that might be spiritually trans-formative like stop! remember the time when we were lions? before the bourgeois blues had us crying? before Mecca, Jerusalem, before Zion? before we predicted the future like Mayans? the warming sun might only burn up capitalist sinners and those without guilt might be the winners you know the humble rooted never polluted kids the ones that managed to stay off the grid Those with earth's blood in their veins might withstand the flood and its monstrous rains can we be their students, in their acts of resistance? let our souls take flight to higher forms of existence? can this move be distinguished? from cultural voyeurism bloated with privilege? living in the city feels lonely start seeking a real tribe like Mowgli's run away hide from Babylon's debris when it falls apart i hope it don't crush your tree mother nature is resilient ....or so we believe but just how resilient is she? she's not getting the respect she deserves and just like our women, we treat her like she's meant to serve what happens when this planet serves you? over-educated slightly medicated fools that love one another but choose to lose some of the others in the coming collapse of civilizations Those with earth's blood in their veins might withstand the flood and its monstrous rains

LYRICS: on a rock blue n green in its essence in era not long from the present within borders heavily guarded by weapons and an economy fueled by prisons do you recognize that place that you live in? do you recognize that capitalist religion? MT: on a land that aint mine, but sure as hell aint yours on a planet where we livin like we tourists with a destructive appetite cus we bored we come in hungry packs, zombie like hoards greetings! welcome to the planet ruled by swords ruled by pigs we call the police force civilians bullied around by gov't thug soldiers citizenship doesnt guarantee you living quarters so fight their guns, and jail cells that still closely resemble citadels arrive on soil that's supposedly free welcome to the land of the refugee on a rock blue n green in its essence in era not long from the present within borders heavily guarded by weapons and an economy fueled by prisons do you recognize that place that you live in? do you recognize that capitalist religion? BlankSpace: recognize the lies and strive to act on our decisions with conviction actions affect conditions as far as i can preach or reach or teach in my classes it is what i make it, its not what im lacking so dont believe in what your told unless its got some backing we're brain-washed with attackin marketing our asses transgress, if you put your time and energy into anything you shouldn't be denied access yet this is so indicative of the larger predicament we're in as the masses fact is you're part of the struggle regardless of what your class is and nothing can change, unless there's some action! on a rock blue n green in its essence in era not long from the present within borders heavily guarded by weapons and an economy fueled by prisons do you recognize that place that you live in? do you recognize that capitalist religion? MT: where your soul possesses no seniority a few rebels still question the authorities speaking for the oppressed populous cluelessly scattered about stuck in industrial routines but now we confront our enslavement in a kingdom of elites only concerned with how you can serve them we kill the overseer but the planet's overseen by a cancerous lust for wealth and green we didnt stop our leaders from killing in our name we struggle for our freedom but we share the blame you cant have a 1st world without a 3rd one and eventually police states can be overcome but "i'm sorry!" wont suffice to those barely surviving while our government money finances their tyrants it dont fly!! on a rock blue n green in its essence in era not long from the present within borders heavily guarded by weapons and an economy fueled by prisons do you recognize that place that you live in? do you recognize that capitalist religion?

LYRICS: Dear Obedience, sorry for shifting the power axis, but the people can no longer be bothered. You've become that senile father, and father-knows-best molestations have been unveiled for what they truly are. While trying to focus on being loyal, the peasants no longer knew what for they toiled, who they were focused for, nor on, nor can they tolerate your prisons and the syncopated rhythms of your smacks upside the heads, oppressing them with your jazz. For every mountain-top that stood unclaimed in you kingdom, there remained a freeborn that said NO! An anarchist that didn't want to blow things up, but did just so through her shear will to survive. Dear obedience, sorry for shifting the axis so far left, that you variables are no longer valid. they barely made sense to begin with. I cant help but hysterically laugh when you're interrupted mid sentence. You and the academy have conspired for long enough, too many child labourers have paid for you yachts. too few dreams got to see daylight. too many recycled plastic filtered water bottles have cooled you down on your daily morning jog. too many polished their boots and rifles. too many have lived in one collective consciousness called SIR YES SIR! Demolished houses, reclaimed mortgages, and broken homes had to make your numbers right. Even your rigid digits, so golden and theoretical, have mocked you by fluctuating un-explainably, as if to remind you that you won't be able to take them with you when you're gone. Dear Obedience, River Styx knows no math, no dollar signs, euros, yens, cowrie shells, forced work contracts. the stagnant breathing of a generation of disenchanted factory conveyor belt human slaves has aligned with the breathing of the moon, the heaving of the tides. The air pressure inside your steel mill hall has reached that unmistakable tipping point. The walls are about to pop like gum balloons that a child has stretched too thin. River styx knows no math, no dollar signs, euros, yens, cowrie shells... only consequence of action. cotton fields, cheap clothes, cheaper toys, pipelines, and cola. The mountain will still be there, the peasants will evolve. and you, Dear Obedience, will most definitely dissolve. DISSOLVE!

LYRICS: MT: Ya lateef! i'm alive! holy macro! ya salam! the sun's back so i'm thankful blessed I be, with the Syrian identity from a loving family that fought and died for Falastein blessed I be, while most ain't livin free Darwin said we've evolved but it's only slavery that has, my math adds up like nature's infinite physics blessed with where i'm at on this planet as it pivots diggin how i live and havin mindfulness havin an eye between my brows that tore apart its own lids blood brother, real homies, and a love that grows nourishment, fresh water, and turtle island's snow! blessed to know my assignment is one of value stress i know is there to motivate so i smile through my dark prophecies, i make racism and property inspire me to fight Zionist til the day the earth retires me so yo! two heart drums for Gaza and the West Bank! for African poets and HipHop we give thanks! two bass kicks for those that hear the voice i got that allow me to expose these corporate plots blessed to have survived the pigs on our blocks singin freedom songs back home could've got met shot! i take a moment out the manifesto to let'em know tell Ahli Shukran! i'm forever grateful! MW: I'm blessed; fighting off the urban stress so now, most of the time, I can sleep when I rest and most of the time, man I seek out the zest and I toss it in the recipe, don't believe in destiny. Freedom without free will: that's a moral mess to me hate bigots with a passion, but don't let it get the best of me and I can attest to be raising hell when I'm ancient, outlasting expectancy I'm well fed, well loved, rarely seen blood and my bond with my fam runs deeper than a well does radical parents who'd be sure to always tell us don't trust the corporations, or what the try to sell us Wanna go back in time, 15 year, congratulate 'em when they threw out the TV, said "use your imagination" no need for a car, we biked everywhere instead so I know I've been bread to fight for the forgotten and dead that said, I've got that privilege, it's easy to forget it first world luxuries, eternally dependent on pendents, with blood diamonds, I'm rhyming to end it I don't care 'bout your timing, I care 'bout if you meant it Incentives to rhyme doper: that's what MT provides and besides that, there's live rap each time we collide rocked a stage in Steel City, prolly left people stunned but now it's half past July and the album is done. Word.

LYRICS: now with my trusty armored steed i tread land with no regard for my actions consequence eliminate lifeforms on different continents make lots of empty promises no one’s astonished with the grip i got on my environment indeed its been centuries since my species first encounter with consciousness but consciousness on this planet does not exist only an ocean’s of human centric arrogance their increased IQ’s and decreased karmic competence Since, birth we’re emerged in valuing that hedonistic lifestyle who’s blueprints heed no way no how allow any other creature to flourish no option’s for the malnourished and the purists resist and run away to the forest but eventually i send mercenaries to explore it colonize it absorb it destroy it employ it for me and my brethren to keep settling lands thats already harmoniously been settled in grab machetes guns and send my kin into the war path, right into battling yeah my armament plan’s been simmering into an effective weapon of world dominance my people are strictly living for the present ignoring dense clouds my arms factories workday’s gathering i’m starting to worry that my nation’s blood drenched hands engulfed in medieval age brands of sinister kings dukes presidents and prime ministers will bring a serious revenge onto our kind administered slow! now all stand and salute our knowledge of self our wisdom our culture puts on the shelf build your Trojan horse now time has a way with stealth do it before you.... melt.... do it before you melt! know what i'm saying? Mother Tareka! MonkeyWrench! Chelsuela aka DJ Got Stylez!

LYRICS: Finally I've adjusted.. the bourgeois blues i've adopted finally ...i have adjusted.. adjusted to the world upon which i've been thrusted never wanted consciousness and the pompousness that comes with living in a society of individualists i'm a consumer now! with a big smile to match my big bank account that wows most female gender specimen into hovering near by my hedonistic body's circumference. i'm well endowed only with funds that alleviate the tension and exclusively allow wishes granted..YES YES! finally i've made it! i can finally enjoy these lies i've created. i can finally have time to consider who I am but a stimulus ridden existence left my brain bland i'm calling in for medicines that fill the voids and mend my soul to my abdomen, remind me i'm alive reconnect me to the human experience, hide the frustrated delirious appearance..... rich life crisis, days full of niceness still dont suffice it's... the bourgeois blues, the bourgeois blues cooked in chemical stews leaves you looking forward to the life to which this one's a prelude. "have some more excess my son", see i was told sin is just a word that sits on a tongue and that's but a muscle soon to decompose and crumble feast while you can while this sweet dream tumbles along sing the song now cus the sound fades with quickness soon enough you find nothing has you impressed get acquainted with emptiness, wondering what else? what wealth? what to chase? what will fill the vast expanse made by materialism for you and it to share a dance? finally i have adjusted the bourgeois blues, i have adopted finally, im rich, i've adjusted i carry on the life of the artificially uplifted i carry on the life of the financially gifted the bourgeois blues leaves souls un-rested finally, i'm an economic gear! part of the inevitable collapse to which capitalism steers finally i am enlisted in the misery the systems that make sure the 3rd world's suffering for that Kashmir cover see, someone had to work for free or damn well nearly, but that dont tear me an inch further, from that sweet sweet murder diamond that has me rising up the social ladder im no longer part of anything thats humbling in the background faint why's my soul's muttering breathing the blues that comes from having much too much a grip tight clutched on my wallet and my wants i'm monitoring my stocks and my land and my bonds that fund war machines and keep spewing bombs finally, im rich, i've adjusted i carry on the life of the systemically enlisted the consumeristic, joy non-existent the bourgeois blues leaves hearts materialistic a step in right direction wouldn't bring me near redemption so i sit and scratch my head trying to make that connection like: when did time evolve into space to fight boredom with? how come i use money to buy affection from my kids? how come shopping days have left my life ignorant? reduced my tolerance for so society's incompetent masses, couldnt they just get off their asses ? couldnt they rise above it all like gases? how come we ain't living forever like plastics? how come we ain't living forever like plastics? Finally! I've adjusted the bourgeois blues i've adopted

LYRICS: i dedicate this to women, the most powerful individuals on this planet the ones that brought us here, and taught us the concept of love this is more than a song this is an apology this is not tokenistic, this is from the heart and its the least i can do how ironically staged is our brave human gaze into the sky as we challenge the gods each day but sadly to our own dismay, the same mistakes are made... still live in fear of our selves so at night we pray lord lord chillin' up in space! the roses you left were beautiful the thorns on them were somewhat disputable we're not sure why we're abusive, we're not sure what the problem is...we men... (interrupted by old man): "Lord all mighty, play the music!" OK the reasons we're here are still unknown the planets over populated but we still feel alone universal love truth escapes the old n youths life is a blessing that we made uncouth cold shoulders to the source we came from the rock we inhabit our own mothers we damage we need to respect the feminine divine goddess for the castle's sake we've poisoned the harvest for the king's pleasure we sacrifice our daughters and of the ugliest violence they're the first target the HER from which we all started from which we departed while she silently triumphed yet we shoot her with our bullets n strangle her with science her will is strong, yearning for release she fights for bread crumbs while her people feast she fights for bread crumbs while her people feast yeah we're still not sure what the problem is we're so clueless listen if you're a man if you really are a masculine man you need to check your ego and confront your privilege mmhm men like me need to tread carefully to learn from history's books mmhm learn how to show love learn how to speak recognized how women are overlooked mmmhm for once shut up and listen so we could all possibly learn from them mmmhm dont tell me we're all already equal! come on! whats wrong with your cerebral!? "understand the concept of love!" i think you need to, i think you need to "understand the concept of love!" we could move forward if you could just "understand the concept of love!" its not romantic, its respect "understand the concept of love!" learn to love "understand the concept of love!" we could heal only if men could "understand the concept of love!" put your ego behind and just "understand the concept of love!" understand where you came from fool! "understand the concept of love!" its all so complex, but its also simple it starts with us. Men. its starts with our language it starts with our ego, its starts with our misconceptions of women. we need to challenge that. and a song isn`t what you need to listen to. its your heart.

LYRICS: she was a world map fiend, perfect imperfection a renaissance woman, taught a bunch of lessons she was a book, an herb, my speaker of truth if she was liquor she would be 150 proof she took me quick to back in the day to that oldschool feeling of a sunny day, groovin to funk tunes somethin like Parliament Funkadelic she's my personal DJ, and i love what she's spinnin see approachin her, was a difficult task her presence was an experience that would hardly last never enough! she was like a planet always on the move never knew were loving her would lead me to on a quest to express a little piece of linguistic expression not trying to impress. No, no. just a word or two, a moment of her time maybe an hour or three, if so she's inclined to tell her that "mafi metla" (there's none like her) and tell her that "heyeh aljamal" (she is beauty) she's the reason the pirates took to questin the oceans she's a lost city that's golden, for her im' runnin! "When we speak of the word fragment, we know that we're talking about a piece, that has been broken away from something that was whole" (Reverend F.L. Brown from Making It On Fractions - ABC/Peacock label 1974) she got smarts like kings do decrees she got a hold on me like Moses on the Red Sea she's a rare wine from southern Spain one sip of her and I could deal with any pain physical or spiritual, she's like a magic drug a delicacy sought after like Persian rugs Van Gogh left her his ear, wanted to love her she's the one McCartney and M.J. fought over the look of love on Jimmy when he met his first Fender so beautiful that reality could not render her eyes Mona Lisa smiled at her with interest cus her eyes distract god mid sentence she's the smile an old man wears when he sees another day the cosmic girl that abducted Jamiroquai truthfully she's much like Bonnita Applebaum I want her like the earth wants the sun for her i'm runnin.... "When we speak of the word fragment, we know that we're talking about a piece, that has been broken away from something that was whole. it's not the whole piece, but its only a fraction, from something that was whole" (Reverend F.L. Brown from Making It On Fractions - ABC/Peacock label 1974)

LYRICS: EACH DAY I LAUGH AT MOTORISTS THAT ARE STUCK IN TRAFFIC! THEY WANNA GO FAST I BIKE BY SAYIN YOU CANT HAVE IT! i bike by while im on my lowrider trying to patch the ozone made sour like cider made sour like freedom fighters without results made sour like the leaders of misunderstood cults made sour for the sake of freedom you feel push back in your seat when the foot's to the pedal a stranger's a friend that i haven't met yet but i kinda hate those that joy-ride Corvettes and Fords, Honda Accords im not diggin four doors, rather two tires with no fire generated but the burn in my calf as i pedal super fast weavin while their stupid ass is stuck in traffic i haha haha LAUGH! ha haha haha! Laugh at the irony! their gas payin wallets growl violently while Tarek bikes by silently sayin EACH EACH DAY DAY I I LAUGH LAUGH AT MOTORISTS THAT ARE STUCK IN TRAFFIC THEY THEY WANNA WANNA GO GO FAST FAST I BIKE BY SAYING YOU CANT HAVE IT

LYRICS: "its the scent of another day, i try to bottle it in but i swear i'll kill if it's a monday! this unpure unclean routine seen in my crystal ball like magic and i aint no future teller damn it! it's the orphaned creative inner child if that bastard bugs me again i swear i'll him piled into segments.." MT ( Each Day - UnidentifiedFunkyObjects - Landing - 2010) i rise with the sun, im like everyone nine to fivin challengin friction words out my mouth i pull with conviction i am the victim of thought addiction my mind is the kingpin his henchmen are neural connections, im wrecked when i try to cleanse my soul, get awakened it calls me mistaken, says its been breakin its back since sunrise and now its late in the evening i'm thieving a moment of time to my lonely realize in my heart i find no peace mostly a philosophy driven by greed continuous progress and accelerated speeds of getting what im wanting, this lifestyle is saddened i think i've forgotten how rotten Denmark has gotten so i ponder ways to escape through ascension think of blastin off my brains to another dimension like.. "i'm so tired! how long can this go on!?" now i reconsider how bitter, my pursuit of prosperity and cheddar caused metamorphosis met an enormous detour to a place unpure and uncertain yes, my morality is hurtin i meet a homeless man each day on my street give no pity and express no grief give no change piece, just disgust and judgment and continue on to lead a comfort ridden life with a happy drunk wife and a child with no sight of her dreams and invitin of creative excitement into her world brightened with imagination, just that anticipation of the next purchased item a life latent, potential stunted, growth unwanted her television flutters, a mind baby sitter all due to my constant pursuit of the better her television flutters, a mind baby sitter all due to my constant pursuit of the better "i'm so tired! how long can this go on?!"

LYRICS: so while the shots back in my old home keep firing im livin in the heart of the culture of entitlement and while the IED's find soldiers feet military drones shoot homes down from thirty five hundred feet high! im angry! well theres the question of why? why cant i be sedated by this Western consumerism opiate supplies? its more than national my ism is genetic race is all in the mind but the imperialists wont let it die quick so it dies not, lives on in your hearts in how we cant see why the west and east are worlds apart how killin with a push of a button is like playin darts im a part of this empire that made violence an art i was born in the Middle East, immigrated to a new world, left colonialism behind, left dictatorships behind, and found new dictatorships it's time for that to change, its time for all these dictators to be gone, East, West, all over the globe it's time.. structural imposed poverty kingdoms we call democracies a new town built on sacred burial grounds, Aristocracies carefully aim stray bullets collateral damage calculated so we may continue to live on land that belongs to native indigenous first nations replaced with a tasteless makeshift easily entertained united states of 9-5 slave ship my condolences your dream of a beautiful nation's passed away like a million Iraqi civilians targeted from outer space they tell me supporting our troops is necessary i tell'em our world domination plans are hereditary aggressive actions we're fractions of the equation and yet how to stop our destructive appetite we forget lest we forget those we lost on 9/11 lets just forget our country's notorious blood letting what we call a war on terror is neo-colonliasm lets just ignore our extra profitable industrial prisons see my world calls me out on the patriotism i lack cant see that im afraid of more patriot acts cant see that im afraid of the riches we pack cant see that im afraid of the enemies we attract and we keep laughing while the cycle continues until we learn to say no.

LYRICS: aliens are coming... aliens want to kill us all they heard about our shopping malls aliens want us to live no more they read about our unquenchable oil wars aliens want to rid the planet of us they know that as long as we live this planet is crushed its aura is hushed, cursed with an evil touch chemically infused and such. u get it. aliens are fumed with the sounds we exhume the bullshit we choose to consume our commercials are heard through universal space and radiates the bad vibes of our creations travel deep into intergalactic reaches, where they disrupt alien Buddhist teachers make'em think of us wondering how we got this very dear capitalist dysfunctioning? when the aliens will come they will make your CEO run! when the aliens will come they will make the white house bun! but when will these aliens come? run now if ur rich cus when the aliens come down, they'll gather those living on money's clouds aliens species dont believe in these currencies they tried to reason with us peacefully but the earth is currently inhabited by the savages hell ya the stock market did fuel the aliens hunger for human carcasses they want stop this shit make an end to our addiction they dont like nonsense our TV's depicting they dont wanna see more oil in oceans spittin they dont like that money's our religion corrupting their visions with ads for whiter smiles, brother please, they got like a million teeth they've rejected SUV's and luxuries cus they're out there being free! they've rejected wars for luxuries cus they're out there being free! when the aliens will come they will make your CEO run! when the aliens will come they will make the white house bun! watch out! here they come... when the aliens will come they will make your CEO run! when the aliens will come they will make the white house bun! when will these aliens come?

"This is London Post, here is a news flash: the German radio has just announced that Hitler is Dead I'll repeat that, the German radio has just announced that Hitler is dead" time to get rid of dictators, organized states always betrayed us I see a dark side but there aint no Darth Vader Just some old white dudes and they dont use light sabers they got drones servin death from above blowing up homes, civilians disposed of glory days faded out workin nights in and out and we dont fund schools just wars on drugs think rich think big think gangsta think crook big bank slave master think subliminal treated like criminals colour coded justice system bust this think pig cop really there to protect? not to enforce a prison state of neglect? think outside the box and its televised myths think soul music that means to uplift! when i think of time slippin i kinda feel helpless the revolution's on now but im livin selfish im living in the land where they chasing after happiness and oops! -----We've Gone Mad! chased it too hard now it ran away the flute goes on like shots that spray those who refuse to obsess over trivial things 1st world problems and what they bring we thinkin for now we allowed to be lazy deserve that quick fix that we be cravin cant really protest when we sniffin daizies singin na na na na na naaa naa! eh eh eh eh! make money money make money money n all that bull! here we go again back from scratch lets start all over put the guns down til we feel fully sober fire all governments live like we know how grow our own food make it taste so fresh yes yes y'all its a task and a half examine history map it out on a graph a hundred years of industry now we feelin its wrath and we left speechless like...mm uhmm we waited on the day, but the day never came we fightin religious wars like muslims in Spain we talkin with gods now like "help us change!" help us love one another not take'em in vain! help us take it easy! get high like the hubble high like the stakes after the dust settled but i been hearing that talk for centuries! now my blood got mixed and war's my identity!! and bombs keep droppin and the shots keep firing and policemen stompin oil wars tax funded and the prisoners locked in those of colour still starvin and the government's racist and we still complacent Gaza'sstill hostage West Bank's still hostage Iraq is still hostage Syria's still hostage Turtle Island's hostage forest gettin chopped down beloved women still hurting homophobes in power and misogyny's so blatant and we keep on voting and we still complacent we just cant take it we break it!! Burn it down! burn it down! burn it down! RA! Come on! Burn it down! burn it down! burn it down! RA! and bombs keep droppin and the shots keep firing and policemen stompin oil wars tax funded and the prisoners locked in those of colour still starvin and the government's racist and we still complacent Gaza's hostage West Bank's hostage Iraq is hostage Syria's hostage Turtle Island's hostage forest gettin chopped down beloved women hurting homophobes in power and misogyny's blatant we still complacent we BREAK IT!!

some of y'all get it! some of y'all get it! some of y'all understand what's gonna happen you're prepared i think you've found brick inedible already true, true and for you... is this dedication.. my brother Ahmed, Rest in Peace my sister Nadia, found brick inedible my brother Mo, my sister Twila, my brother Yasir, my brother Pras, my brother Khalid, my brother Salah, my brother Vickram, my man Rich Green Omar Offendum, The Narcicyst, Shadia Mansour, D.A.M, my man Ken, my man Doug Smith Lee Reed, J. Fever, Supa83, The Phorce, Queen Cee, Crown A' Thornz, Pocket Dwellers, The Freedom Writers, Ian Kamau, Shad K, Nilla, Canadian Winter, Ra Soul, Klass n Hachey, Subterraneans, Infinity Factory, Undun, Crayzdom, Red Slam, E.S.R.B, Geneva B, Matt Jelly, Klyde Broox, Scotty Beets, White Bison, The Human Race, Teal Booth, Bunnytown, Peak Soil, Ms. Rachel Nolan, Unidentified Funky Objects, Pericles, El Capitaine, DJ Edi X, Panama, Dr. Freeze, General Rhymezard, DJ ManEatingPlant, My brother Faz, KID ILL, My brother Irfan, My brother Erez, Gaia Is I, DJ Sam Pull, DJ Drop D, My brother at The Slab , My sisters at The Slab, Moment, Natasha Kulis, Blank Space, Test Their Logik, MonkeyWrench, Mother Tareka Yourselves... Found Brick Inedible peace ----------------- p.s. I missed it on the recording but props to my lover, my partner and collaborator Chesuela aka The MONSTA! She definitely found brick inedible!