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lirik lagu get mad – payday monsanto

“if you were president, would you work to phase out the irs?”
(laughs)
“immediately” * senator ron paul
(crowd laughs)

i keep ’em highly*motivated, on the edge of they seat, now. the things i demonstrated got the world on they feet, now. the radio’s afraid of those, ’cause they weak, now. i’m too autonomous, and powerful for defeat, now. ’ya betta get a new strategy. i’m just the messenger. you wanna point a gat at me? go ahead, and try it, and i promise i’ll stain you. i bet you wanna blame the weatherman, when it rain, too? i bet you already had enough, dummy? tough m*th*f*ckin’ luck, dummy. i gave you everything you need, to straighten up, monkey. what more could y’all m*th*f*ckas possibly want from me? everything that come out of my mouth is certain, pay no attention to the man behind the yellow curtain. his journalism is worse than seymour hersh, you’d think i hang with heckler & koch, the way i burst those. right across ‘ya hood with stylistics, teddy pendegrass, delfonics, they the ethics. and, it’s a sad, sad story, ’ya top*40 rappers is whack, and ’ya bore me. records to slap, slap. you’re not hip*hop, just a ghost of whack*rap. it gets a slap, slap. you’re not hip*hop, just a ghost of whack*rap. nail ’em all to the cross, like a super*crucifixion, bailers take a loss, like a stupid*superstition. i’m comin’ for the money missin’, i’ll put a arrow through your heart, but i ain’t cupid dummy, listen. on the assembly*line, like i’m buildin’ impalas, the only thing i’m missin’ is a couple trillion dollars. that’s trillion with a “t”, ‘ya heard? and, there’s a billion, just for me, ya nerd! all i got is my word, and my b*llsac, and this cute brunette, i’m tellin’ you, she’s all that. i’m the owner, and proprietor, i saw all that first, then i ripped it, it’s periphic, you should fall back. you’re miles away from home. do you wanna crawl back? my styles cannot be cloned. you’re kinda late, at least it ain’t 7, i’ll send you on a hunt to easter*egg heaven…

“i don’t have to tell you things are bad, everybody knows things are bad. a dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shop*keepers keep a gun under the counter, punks are running wild in the street. and, there’s n0body anywhere, who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it…we know the air is unfit to breathe, and our food is unfit to eat. we sit watching our tv’s, while some local news*caster tells us that today we had 15 homicides, and 63 violent*crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be…we know things are bad, worse than bad, they’re crazy. it’s like everything, everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. we sit in the house, and slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller, and all we say is please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. let me have my toaster, and my tv, and my steel*belted radials, and i won’t say anything, just leave us alone. well, i’m not going to leave you alone, i want you to get mad! i don’t want you to protest, i don’t want you to riot. i don’t want you to write to your congressman, because i wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. i don’t know what to do about the depression, and the inflation, and the russians, and the crime in the street. all i know is that first, you’ve got to get mad! you’ve got to say “i’m a human*being, godd*mn it! my life has value!”*

*quote is from “howard beale” (played by peter finch) in the 1976 film * “network”

- payday monsanto

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