- AShamefulDisplay
- Jun 30, 2013
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These dudes are from Seattle and are pretty awesome
The Long March
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KL4CQxy8bx4
quote:Left, right left, check it out
It goes left, right, left and we're marchin' on
Ya'll can pop your collars, Blue Scholars poppin' collarbones
Molotov cocktail party at the White House
Fire in the hole of the Oval Office, it's lights out
Alpha to Omega, Genesis to Revelation
The meek shall inherit but they're still miseducated
By the colonized mind idolized in America
New people's era once again break the barriers
To crush, kill, destroy
Stressin' over trying to find a job or just keepin' the one you got
Now war? Huh? What the gently caress's it good for?
Absolutely everything that America has stood for
Some read a book but can't overstand one love
Like Radio Raheem's right hand
Two mics, two turns, two cats and no others
My hypeman's the spirit of my still-born brother
Goin' left right, left and we're marchin' on
Left, right, left, keep it up ya'll
Left, right, left, keep marchin' on
Left, right, left (check it out)
It goes left, right, left like a pendulum
Swingin' the momentum in the people's direction
I learned lessons never taught in textbooks or chalkboards
Sittin' in the back of the class, the teacher talked more
Cock back this hammer to sickle-cell up you amateurs
Skills below average, you will always be a challenger
I walk like a champion, talk like a champion
Want to be somebody? Better get yourself some discipline
I spit good medicine, listen to the antidote
Clean the Clear Channel out your eardrums and throat
I wrote this manifesto for folks who can't afford most luxuries
And not those who boast that they're broke when they're not
Walk now, proud and tall, the occasional fall
It keeps me humble through it all
Now Geo's chillin', Sabzi's chillin', what more can I say?
We keep marchin' to the rhythm
Goin' left, right, left and we're marchin' on
Left, right, left, Blue Scholars ya'll
Left, right, left, it's the Long March
No Rest for the Weary
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIqMIrmpUjc
quote:There's no rest for the weary
Just another day grindin' up stones
'til they turn into dust
It's tough times in the rough
Diamonds ain't enough
To cover up a corrupted and hosed up legacy of strange fruit, bloody whips, and small pox;
Trigger happy cops, barbed wire, and fire water y'all it don't stop.
When the colonizer came with the cross and the sword,
I threw the first spear and said, "I declare war"
I'm a battle scar wearin' heir apparent,
Descendant of a long lineage of proletariat peasants
So check the work ethic in the name,
The lessons might change,
But the essence of the message is the same.
So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.
I ride the rhythm imbibe a little wine-talk,
Head hit the concrete to line with your spine.
I speak to find peace but it's war all the time,
It's deep like the drive from Renton to Shoreline.
I'm a more mindful guy ever since finding out that I'm about to be a father,
And doubt is not an option.
And now I can't be getting crunk or faded as often.
So getcha hands dirty 'cause a prayer ain't enough
Boss, what cross?
We got crucified by buckshots
One million Jesus' and Judas got his nuts off
Pages, torn out the memories of those who remain
Shackled by the chains of international capital gain
they claim civilized with they animal ways
Peace to Oakland, I've never been a fan of the A's
But some days you can find me inscribing my
soul on the page every crime has an alibi
Disciplined and organized
is how I handle my,
New Jacks is spending mad time on they battle rhymes.
I can't knock it if you find it entertaining,
I rep' those whose labor ain't compensated.
So check the work ethic and the name
The lessons might change,
But the essence in the message is the same.
So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.
Forty to a class, no wonder we're delinquent,
Half the school district never make it to commencement.
I bend the spine of the track until it snapped
Pops working overtime and he got a broken back
Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq
And mom prays novenas to keep the fam' intact
But this song ain't a psalm waiting for God to answer
Brothers call me "dog" they got the letters backwards
I'm back with a plan of attack to repossess my name, face, and history y'all
Who goin' test my capacity to spit caliber poo poo
Into a rhythmic lesson entertainments's a legitimate weapon
Igniting the cipher session I'm deciphering life,
and blending both theory into practice
I write vernacular and actual fact, got no posturing
A thousand pointed fingers, I defied every one of them
I ride for my brethren who carry the burden
Of a future uncertain 'til the fall of the curtain
You Better Move
Hold your head high soldier it ain't over yet,
That's why we call it a struggle, you're supposed to sweat.
Check the work ethic in the name,
The lessons might change,
But the essence of the message is the same.
So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.
Crazy landlady tried to switch up on the lease
If she raises up the rent again it's time to say peace
Peace, peace, and that's my piece
It's still all about the bullet in the belly of the beast
From the east my brother, we came.
The lessons might change,
But the essence of the message is the same
So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip
So keep marching till your feet split open
No rest for the weary, Blue Scholars keep goin'
We're going to talk about more, more matters that you can relate to, know what I'm sayin'?
'cause that's what, that's what the whole message about everything that we rhyme,
It's what we try to connect.
Life and Debt
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=shbAUTsG8n0
quote:I like, making you so happy!
Yo, life and debt, light a cigarette smoke the stress,
Take a deep breath baby, let's rearrange the mess we've inherited
Alienated from what is rightfully yours and mine, land
is life, money is time paid for labor
Working eight to five, sometimes six seven eight
We come home and barely know the neighbors
Bills are usually late
Interest accumulates at a usury rate
Collection agency waits from
Pay check to next one, budget like a noose
Working while we sing the proletariat blues
On 501-C3 community plantations,
Non profit sector propped up to kill the movement
for the changes in production relations
But woman you're my comrade, ride and die, revolution-making mother earth
Standing with me in the grocery line
While I'm paying with a jar of pennies, nickels, and dimes
And I love how you don't like art without a message
I love it how you call some fellas on they fetish
Third world sister, never sacrificing substance for style
But stylish with a golden type smile
I love it how you organize with other strong sisters
Love it how you talk about tearing down the system
Like a soldier, my dialectical reflection,
"Yes" is the answer to your question.
Life and debt, write another check to the landlord,
No time to dwell on all the things we can't afford
Got a baby in the womb, a soldier for the future that we're fighting for
Concrete conditions that I'm writin for
The payback, it's way past due
And they say that the masses ain't ready but
We know that ain't true,
You and I both children of Filipino immigrants
From the same island, our ancestors smiling,
Cuz we found one another in a strange land struggling
Moms tryin' to tell us not to protest instead pray for peace,
But that ain't the nature of the beast
So lady grab the bullhorn and take it to the streets
Yellin power to the people, el pueblo unido jamas sera vencido
Til the wealth is spread equal
You 21st century Gabriela Silang
Fierce like Lorena with a rifle in her arms
And I love how you love the people as much as self
I love it how you want redistribution of the wealth
Third world sister, never sacrificing substance for style
But stylish with a golden type smile
I love it how you organize with other strong sisters
Love it how you talk about tearing down the system
Like a soldier, my dialectical reflection,
"Yes" is the answer to your question
Life and debt
I like, making you so happy!
I like, making you so happy!
I like, making you so happy!
Cuz making you so happy makes me happy too!
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Dec 4, 2013 09:45
