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letra de murder the mainstream - steve grant (emcee)

freed from their debts, no longer will we allow them to control our lives, and poison our planet with their greed, and corruption. manipulating us, pulling our strings behind the scenes, as they built their criminal-empire on the back of hard-working people, like each of you. they seduced us with advertis-m-nts, for a life we could never afford, poisoned our bodies with junk-food, and distracted our minds, with pointless entertainment. all the while, happily lending us money, to push us further into their debt…

yeah, yeah…(maniacal laugh) i can guarantee ‘ya that when i die, there ain’t gonna be a clone, i’m the only real one when i’m in the zone. i know they wanna catch me, when i’m all alone, and i’m cool with that, i’m used to havin’ to hold my own. yeah, the sk!lls, and the rhymes, and the raps are built for combat, i’m here to take the children’s minds back. from the television, and the villainous mind-traps, and the criminals in the military (industrial) complex. yeah, ’cause that tv got a mouth on it, so watch your kids when they get hit from the sound from it, and the internet, when they playin’ around on it. the technology is how they are surroundin’ us, cybernetic tentacles, metal/flesh metalli/tendrils, subliminal s-xual-messages sent through your mentals, experimental test-tubes, and genetic vessels. yeah, they lookin’ down upon us, from vimanas, they want us traumatized from the drama, we not gonna stop, we ride like marauders. it’s hard to find us, we camoflauged in a collage of mirages, robotic armored-guards have come to bomb us, this goes beyond anonymous, and as large as god is, we’ve got piranhas in our waters. (yeah) look at the corporate folk, they slide a bill under your nose, without snortin’ coke. you think your ship won’t sink, because you float your votes? well, bye-bye m-th-f-cka, row-row your boat. unh, yeah. now will you listen? these psychopaths want us to bow when they sittin’, i’m loud when i’m spittin’, my mouth is a weapon, so when i bust rounds, duck down when i’m rippin’…(indeed)

i ain’t a k!ller, (i ain’t a k!ller) but i murder the mainstream…mu-mu-mu-murder, mu-murder, murder, murder the mainstream…
i ain’t a k!ller, (i ain’t a k!ller) but i murder the mainstream…mu-mu-mu-murder, mu-murder, murder, murder the mainstream…
i ain’t a k!ller, (i ain’t a k!ller) but i murder the mainstream…mu-mu-mu-murder, mu-murder, murder, murder the mainstream…
i ain’t a k!ller, (i ain’t a k!ller) but i murder the mainstream…mu-mu-mu-murder, mu-murder, (yeah, yeah) murder, murder the mainstream…

the second they steppin’, we reppin’ the 2nd amendment, the weapons are kept for defensive protection, (uh-huh) they sendin’ these devils, these federal henchmen are gettin’ aggressive. (yeah) they just wanna stress us, so that when we flip-out, they can come and get us, and make us get down. so, they put on pressure, and they wanna test, and measure our threshold, they don’t want us to get loud, it’s another risk, now. (yeah) but, we’ve learned to chance it, the sh-t is too real, so f-ck the circumstances, m-th-f-ckas wanna come and merc ‘ya family’s, you give a d-mn, ’til your blood is squirt on canvas. don’t trust the news for answers, your loved-ones gettin’ crushed, and hurt, and damaged, m-th-f-ckas still jump in front of cameras, bustin’ guns, catch a ketchup/mustard/murder sandwich. ’cause if you white, you a problem, and if you black, you a target, and if you rap, you a monster, and if you speakin’ the facts, m-th-f-ckas come catch you, you a martyr. in the game of chess, see there’s rules, look at the board. see the chess-pieces move? before they figure what chess-piece they use. you gotta figure out what chess-piece are you? so, don’t be fooled by the mind-control from zionists, generated by these cartels, they don’t wanna separate us, they just wanna manipulate us, into separating ourselves. it’s a dark spell, and it can’t be unspoken, it must be broken, all this gun control, and all these puppet-shows, man i ain’t trustin’ no one, better duck, here comes another explosion…(indeed)

now, this may be irrelevant to you, but even the most intelligent of jews, will address the elephant that’s in the room. ’cause, how much can a pelican consume? see, a jew isn’t a zionist, but a zionist could be a jew, see they like to fuse the ideas of the two, to confuse you & the minds of the jews, so they fight for these ghouls. you should know by now, i’m talkin’ ’bout the rothschild’ers, and they’re usin’ israel as a rottweiler, these k!llers are cold, man like some crocodile-blood, they don’t really give a d-mn, or a f-ck about us. look at the gaza strip, they poppin’ clips, takin’ shots at kids, droppin’ bombs & sh-t, on a populace with rocks & sticks, they locked in a grid, lookin’ like a n-z- pit. yeah, from al-qaeda to isis. who you think’s creatin’ ’em, trainin’ ’em, and payin’ ’em? you better check the nation that you stationed in, to see who’s makin’ favors, to see who donates to them. it’s a big game ain’t it? matter of fact, huh. it’s a big shame, ain’t it? it’s a situation they don’t wanna have to play with, even when a kid is gettin’ decapitated. peace to syria, the middle-east/american blood-bath has reached hysteria, we’ve breached the barrier, we must act while the freedom of speech is still here in us, and the media just keeps buryin’ up facts. (yeah) over, and over again, we’ve seen it before, and we heard it’s the same thing…that’s why i say “f-ck the system”, (f-ck the system) and “let’s murder the mainstream.”

- steve grant emcee

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