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letra de the doomsday machine - exposition

[intro]
yeah man
it’s expo
aka doctor strange love
on how i learned
to stop worrying
and love the bomb
back for the first time
with my comrades the d-boyz
lethal d’s on the boards
dj mutt’s on the wheels
you – already know!

[verse 1]
yo
i’m not a rapper
i’m a poet
with a speech impediment
who speaks so eloquent
to reach the tenement
yeah
to find the people
to defeat irrelevant
you blind rookies fronting
like you seeing a veteran
two fists of fury
and the rage
in my father’s eyes
you dream of whipping me
you better wake up
and apologize
over the top
(?) i mean justice
or your head will get chopped
because you seem suspect
yeah
sit back and receive a handshake
symmetrical like the scene
of a city landscape
like a brownstone
on the back streets
of the black street
where they talk jive
and the lies
and the facts meet
better believe
tides turn
the winds changing
exposition throw a
wrench in the arrangement
mcs are soft
because their plans got ruined
but ask me if i care
man they ain’t gonna do sh-t
[interlude]

[verse 2]
and yo
the boston police
can suck my d-ck
cause they choked me out
when i didn’t do sh-t
the pittsburgh pd
can suck my d-ck
they f-cked up my man croft
and he didn’t do sh-t
the nypd can suck my d-ck
they murdered amadou diallo
and he didn’t do sh-t
and all y’all police
can suck my d-ck
cause the last thing i’ve got
is love for a pig
you got to ask yourself
why cops even exist
it’s so poor people
don’t f-ck with rich people’s sh-t
don’t believe me?
fine i got a little experiment
go to the ghetto
and then ask 50 residents
what their true feelings
are on them pigs
they’ll say them b-st-rds
ain’t serving or protecting sh-t
go to the rich neighborhood
and ask 50 residents
i guarantee you 45
will say they’re heaven sent
they keep us safe
and when we call they come
beating up the bums
and keeping them in the slums
away from our assets
away from our daughters
humans never care
when the animal’s getting slaughtered
i know a couple cops
i don’t think they’re bad people
i think the institution
of policing is evil
absolute power
will corrupt absolutely
i’m just reaching for my wallet sir
don’t shoot me
[interlude]
yeah
it’s marxmanship music
for the year 2000 and forever
shout to all my comrades
the d-boyz
j the s
pr-ne to
audible mainframe
big specs
my man mark
the man behind the man
you know what i’m saying?
we ain’t f-cking
with none of you
candy ass rappers
it’s over

- exposition

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