Battle Fever

[Jawn Disease]

New track I laid down today. My buddy Dr. koul will be finishing it up sometime but this is it for now. Top quality shite

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"Battle Fever"

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Well I grew up in the Third World, behind embassy fences
gaurds packin automatics searching cars at the entrance
And all the violence was senseless and the repression was endless
but at the time i didn’t understand the cause of the tension
i was five years old and a terrorist target
and my mama couldn’t walk alone to the local market
thats all I knew and i didnt like it much
But I knew that it was sweet to ride my bike in the sun
cuz I had just moved from russia, with tanks on the street
The soviet union fucking collapsed on our feet
At some point in the story is where our paths meet
Where I ceased to be ignorant of all that it means
To be a privileged member of a privileged class
Didn’t have to work cuz I could sit on my ass
But now it’s all over and it’s all in the past
because my revolutionary consciousness is where I’m at, see
i don’t give a fuck about your police and your borders
rock an A inside an O because anarchy is order
and all the kids are dissin cuz i don’t follow the religion
of money and oppression of the working class so listen
Self-expression is expected, its as close as you will get
To findings laws inside our habitat so come and have a battle rap
as a matter of fact scratch that, like a DJ
we’ll go pop beats under the freeway
nobody can best me and I don’t give any leeway
I shut you out like the system cuz I learned how to be brave
I dont give a shit about your bitches and your bling
So you better quickly think of something else to sing
Your diamonds are forever but your body’s gonna die
And if you dedicate your life to shiny rocks you’re out of time
je viens de montreal, mes bottes de combats sont salles
je vois les sans-abris qui chill dehors d’la banque royal
I’ll switch it up again, cuz I got foriegn friends
Es porque hablo la lingua espanol tambien
yo soy un anarquista, me gustan las zapatistas
quero ser un tipo de canadiense sandanista
but I roll without a gun, where I live there is no sun
where I live there is no chance to change the way the country’s run
maybe i’ll paint a wall, i’m such a know-it-all
I’ll steal the spraypaint from the ugly local shopping mall
but I know nothing will change, and they’ll know who to blame
they’ll see me on CCTV and put me inside a cage
I rage i rack my brain, my thoughts are scattered like Iraqi cattle
Brave, I put my game face on but I’m hidden like the Taliban
In Afganistan, I’m smoking charras man
And why the yanks are in my land I’ll never understand
If these people came to the city I call home
I would be the first to learn how to make a bomb
I’d shoot em in the streets in a group or alone
Choking on the stink of colonial cologne

The bastards who run the place are a disgrace
Fascists in action with a gun in your face
Pretending it’s normal to kill other people
They call it intervention and I call it evil
On the edge of my seat waiting for the sequel
World War Three, sticks and stones for the sheeple
i say eat the rich before they eat you
Cuz they don’t give a fuck about what you want to do
They want you to fuck off and work with your mouth shut
But I’m not an animal and I refuse to shut up
My brothers and my sisters take time to rise up
But when they do the rich won’t sleep with their eyes shut
I got another tool that I’ll bring into play
My man dr cool’s got something to say