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Your Son, Joe / The Beat

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This one's for the bigots
This one's for the racists
For the Jason Aldeans
Because I don't beat around the bush, bitch
I'm just saying what I mean
I admit, I am violent, I file in the lane
And when admitted, bring a file in, defiling the cage
Defiling my trial as only godly and gained
Only knowledge attained was don't leave college again
Don't re-polish the same old pile of shit, don't smile or spit
Don't dial, the pigs do lie about shit
Who's buying the timber and tempers to set fire
And let dying and silence remind us there's no sirens?
There's no sirens, there's no sirens
There's no sirens, no sirens, no sirens
You hear that?
Your lynchings are so vivid, you live it and re-live it
Your stars and your bars party to traitorous starved armies
So stop with the pom-pomming, your confidence uncommon
For soldiers who broke rank and daddy just spanked on them
F*ck, daddy done stomped on them, but it was a false bottom
The Lost Cause brought scofflaws out with their scout dogs
The Lost Cause was, now, always about loss
You boss hogging motherfucking murderous southpaws
I pause, for just a moment of rest
Because no one's holding their breath without a hold to their neck
Need Eric Holder at best, need Billy Barr behind bars
Our billy clubs will keep it barbarous, department of arms
Won't even stand a fucking half a chance we'll dance in the damp dawn
With the savages, damned, damage is standard
Stamped, ravaged and branded, and grandstanded and granted in handshakes
With one drop, one knot
How much can a man take?
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
This machine kills fascists, we some real mean
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
This machine kills fascists, we some real mean bastards
You're singing Sweet Home Alabama while ignoring the fact
That you had 340 lynchings and kept more under wraps
So keep on kicking back your Pappy with your grandpappy
Whose grandpappy built his fortunes on the backs of the families
They was happily kidnapping, that be food for the jackals
And for your chewing tobacco, they left these humans in shackles
And now you're grooming your little dudes, and resuming the battle
From chattel slavery to rapings, you remained in the shadows
But not for long, because I be sipping on this truth serum syrup
And I got these songs that I tipping on, and you going to hear it
So please don't tweet at me repeating that you isn't a racist
As you replay the same old tropes and simply show your true faces
Amazing Grace, amazing race is such a sensitive topic
That you could censor every mention in the text to just stop it
Just fucking stop it, man, just stop it, man, we landing the punches
And Ronnie D has got his panties in bunches
Oh, man, I got me a hunch, that little bitch going to be pissed that we mentioned
A man in panties, in his plan his hatred's firmly entrenched
So pay the bench and pay the piper, flights of right interference
We're set for takeoff, pilot gave us some Clarence
Thomas Jefferson remembered as a man of the people
And then we read, and he's remembered as a man who owned people
And now we see through your deceitful Bill of Rights for its evil
You're killing life for the tilling, until there's fights to be equal
But even then, we got the members of the Ku Klux Klan
Doing whatever the f*ck them dumb cucks in the Ku Klux can
You heard me right, you motherfuckers, and your new tux can't
Cover up the sheet beneath the shirt that you've tucked in
This just in, justice isn't a game
See this isn't a race, to make decisions on race
These incisions are made by systems insisting we stay
In this Antebellum state of mind, shit, never mind where you're sitting
To fucking hell with all your trigger-happy bigoted southerners
Acting like you hate big government while playing big brother
We simply smothered all your motherfucking traitors that killed
The soldiers who wore the stars and stripes, and I'll go to war with you still
And yeah, you got a pot to piss in, but your pot is a still
And your poverty levels unlevel because you're popping the pills
Got you believing all the Blacks and Browns will break in your home
As the corporations slowly rape and rake you over the coals
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
This machine kills fascists, we some real mean
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
Keep up the good fight, and f*ck the fascists
This machine kills fascists, we some real mean bastards

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