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letra de anti anti anti - croprot

verse one (jerim):
sitting on these acres
i ain’t got no neighbours
so i ain’t got no haters
discarded informants ‘n’ impersonators
still keep these drugs on the street like reagan
but what we administrating
can take down administrations
could be in your minestrone or you bacon
electric kool aid meets waco
bicarb with the yayo
mi verde es muy bueno
my voice is the calm before the storm hits
environmentalist like ghengis khan is!
the c-m shot that keeps the stars lit
carnal knowledge and carnage
my neck and my wrist is versace
versailles falls cos croprot illuminati
we were all greek gods
now we homer and barney
die in a shoot out with the army
blazing like salem
mobs wanna lynch and tar me
disarm ’em, cut ’em up, and cart ’em
redistribute the carbon
jerim’s a real piece sh-t…..
but he’s charming

hook:
snakes up in the pit
schemers trying to scam me
dream it’s all peachy
or plead insanity
you can’t not play the game
& there ain’t no plan b
keep it anti anti anti
keep it anti anti anti
crabs up in the bucket
schemers trying to scam me
janky motherf-ckers
got me on edge & angsty
you can’t not play the game
so we up the ante
keep it anti anti anti
keep it anti anti anti

verse two (eppsilon):
find me lost for words
as this squalor of a rock turns
with the hands of time
i’d try my hand, but my hands are tied
so i watch it burn
& act as though i’m not concerned
just stay focused on
them dollars earned
but not what’s absurd
god awful god!
some just want to watch it all burn
well be it so: ordo ab chao
as above so below thus within so without
& so fourth & so on, shall i go on?
trading my time for tokens & a broken back
savour the moment, trade
most of them tokens back
for goods & tax & services
it’s kinda like this cycle of life
is almost purposeless
like rats on the wheel – start the race!
i’m nothing more
than a basket case up in this marketplace
where all the games are fair & every inch of sp-ce
is fair game to be claimed
by the advertising campaigns
of all these name brands
out to exploit our blindness
under the guise of kindness
& get inside us, but what’s the endgame?
to build a billboard
right behind your eyelids
& find where your mind lives
& drive your desires
like somali pirates or some nasty virus
croprot!
sound the sirens, drown the silence
find me rocking the shades:
i’m rowdy roddy
dearie me it’s dreary, scary freaks
be bearing their teeth near me
clearly: all’s not what appears to be
all i have is my word
so i choose them carefully

- croprot

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