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The First Elephant
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This is for Syrian children
to their rights theres no one yielding
they the ones thats gettin killed in conflicts
thats code word for imperialism consequence
fake border, and real blood cells
they talk like the type of death that innocents receive is relevant
but wont address the big ole elephant
the Anglo-zionist addict tokin on the oil hole
sayin "pipe down Brownman land and take your role
before your lack of silence take a negative toll
on your vocal chords to retort
will prevent us from gettin on board
of your ship we don't care its your shit
aint nothing gon stop us from getting just one more hit"
they say they afraid of the muslim militants right?
why? 'cause they willin to fight back?
might lack empathy, but honestly
Western civilization's quite the heartless industry
They say they afraid of the muslim militant
then kill'em in ways that's indiscriminate
and turn around and wonder why they not feelin this
brutalising syndicate, neocolonial instrument?
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind
but some aint seen nothing since the lights arrived
the lights derived, their pleasure from the
chasing of the sticky black prize
supremacy more than slightly implied
some be gettin the whole god damn pie
some get death outta Yemeni skys
the pain of a thousand Palestines
supremacy more than slightly implied
some die without a reason to why
some death right out the sky
the pain of a thousand Palestines
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Mother Tareka:
Yes yes y'all
so fresh off the boat mad stress fall
like souls that ain't float won't rest at all
'cause a sniper got'em scoped in an effed brawl
it's murder she wrote, hear death call
barbed wires and moats keep the nest small
but the nest is enormous, the land can afford
its expansion from orbit we monitored
separate the lights from the commoners
with borders that stomp and bust shots 'til the day breaks
our life is AK-47's and heart break
your world's getting shattered from the slightest dirt shake
our corpses climbing out from under earth quakes
with pitchforks running up on the palace gates
royal goons saying "why don't y'all just eat cake?"
and it's all by design ain't no mistake
fragile white lives cushioned by brown back aches
Verse 2:
we yes yes y'alling but no's the answer
nobody knows how to heal this cancer
from the Middle East to Black Lives Matter
yeah you can tell whose stacks get fatter
who got no funds, who own millions
who move mad guns and sics they minions
whose dominion they think we living in
what resources brown bodies represent
exploited labour, less than people
the guns that kill them become the hero
prisons get filled with young black children
knights get paid leave for killing brown men
our names have been wrote on a Western Deathnote
on either hemisphere the dark are dead broke
drones send love from golden balconies
kill then apologise for the tragedy
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RiotBreak
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Winter Of Delay
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Water Fight ft. DJ LP
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War, Dogs & Money
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Mother Tareka Hamilton, Ontario
Sax blasting, flute tooting, loop-pedal pumping MC Mother Tareka is a Syrian Palestinian artist, and an adopted Hamilton son. Tarek makes powerful Jazz Arabesque Afrobeat Funk HipHop music, and is musically known for his energetic live band arrangements, and intense political messages. ... more
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