Pat Macpherson, Ashley Wells, Seth Auberon, Sheldon S., CC Liu, Wisdom Quarterly; Outkast; Rage Against the Machine; Tommy B; Wu-Tang Clan; System of a Down; Jon Stewart (Daily Show)
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| What were the Beatles talking about in the 60s? Selling out (Arroyo Arts Collective). |
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| Theravada Buddhist monks rise up against police state oppression, Saffron Revolution (TB) |
(Tommy B) "Wake Up" Rage Against the Machine: montage of about 125 pictures of protests.
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| Antiwar activists, Rev. King, Thich Nhat Hanh |
Hooray for Boston! See? Donny John Trump brings people together...against him, against white supremacists, and against racist sympathizers.
Corporate-Democrats have to love him even as he ruins their globalist plans, which Hillary would have lied to everyone about and gotten passed. Traditional Republicans have to hate him, but what choice did they have have, the monster Clinton? (Continued below).
"B.O.B." Outkast (ft. Rage Against the Machine)
LYRICS: "B.O.B."
1...2...123 YEAH
InslumnationalCorporate-Democrats have to love him even as he ruins their globalist plans, which Hillary would have lied to everyone about and gotten passed. Traditional Republicans have to hate him, but what choice did they have have, the monster Clinton? (Continued below).
- Thousands of protesters flock to Trump rally in Phoenix
- VIDEO: Protests greet President Trump in Arizona
"B.O.B." Outkast (ft. Rage Against the Machine)
LYRICS: "B.O.B."
1...2...123 YEAH
Underground thunder pounds
When I stomp the ground
[WHOOO!]
Like a million elephants
or silver-back orangutans
You can't stop the train
Who want some?
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there
But when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weatherman tellin' us it ain't gon rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top
Soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
will this be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9
Anno domini
Anything goes
Be what you wanna be
Long as you know
Consequences are given for livin'
The fence is
Too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig you might just touch hell
HOT
Get a life now they on sale
Then I might catch you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer
Soul gold grill and a baby mamma
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer
Cure for aids
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home
Things are wrong
Well not really it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
Hello ghetto let your brain breathe
Believe there's always more
AAAAHHHHH!
Don't pull that thang out
Unless you plan to bang
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
Don't even bang
Unless you plan to hit something
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp
Rock a microphone
Like that there boy
And we still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend
Tryin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac about five niggas deep
Seventy-five MCs
Free-stylin' to the beat
Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce
But you copped a dub
Should've held back
But you throwed the punch
Supposed to meet your girl
But you packed the lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Gotta little baby girl four years Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids, there for them
Should've hit it, quit it, rag top
Before you RE up, get a laptop
Make business for yourself boy
Set some goals
Make a fat diamond
Out of dusty coals
Records number four, but we on the road
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's on ya
Moving like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all the windows
Then block the corridors
Pullin' off my belt cuz a whipping's in order
I like a three-piece fish
Before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border
Pity pat rappers
Trying to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend
Tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL
Boy you better not hide
Cause the dungeon family
Gon' ride, HIGH!
Don't pull that thang out
Unless you plan to bang
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
"Shame" System of a Down (ft. Wu-Tang Clan)
LYRICS (ft. Wu-Tang Clan)
I F' yo' ass up! (f'im up, son)
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I F' yo' ass up!
(HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!)
S.O.A.D., live and uncut!
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot!
BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't f' the style
Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the F' out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!
Lasers and blazers
Hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
my style? Never! I put the f'ing buck in the wild kid
Let's get together
(Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!)
Brought like 20 white boys
in the back of a pick-up truck
with hockey pucks and skateboards
on their way to Woodstock
Leave home the Glock
I have a gun the size of a black hole
Shoot planets
Don't get credit
Throw your hands up in the air
Don't panic
Supreme arm leg leg arm head
Wu-Tang-Clan playin' the tightest long dreads.
(Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll F' YOUR ASS UP!)
I come with that ol' loco
Style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bifocals
I'm no joker! Play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya!
Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers
So I can get fuzzy-funky for yah
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH!
Here comes the Tiger verse Crane!
Ow, be like wild with my style
Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED
WU! Is comin' THROUGH! At a theater near YOU!
And get funk like a SHOE!
"Ain't nothin da fuck wit" Wu-Tang Clan (ft. Rage Against the Machine)
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| White lives are valued too much over others. |
CONTINUED: The only real alternatives, Jill Stein and maybe big-talking-nothing-doing Bernie, the mainstream media would not allow the public to so much as contemplate as actual options. And it's not like our population can think for itself nowadays without a media assist. So it's all working out, roughly and crudely and painfully, but working out.
What happened in Boston?
A big fizzle out for Nazis, white supremacists, Bannon Breitbart types, white nationalists, fascists, Christian domestic terrorists, frat boys, the KKK, and alt-right khaki wearers! But who did turn out to face down the 100 or so extremist-racists? Thousands upon thousands of Americans who treasure unity in diversity, a triumph of cooperation over fear and division. United we stand against racism.
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| Long live Hitler and Trump! |
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| Anti-racist counter-protesters march on US Nazis in Boston (PHOTOS: ap.org) |
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Laughter trumps angerJon Stewart, The Daily Show (Comedy Central)
The
failure to indict police officers involved in the
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