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I am Eric Garner trayvon Martin Michael Brown john Crawford Rekia Boyd aiyana Jones Oscar Grant the Third timothy Stansbury Jr Ramarley Graham i am amadou Diallo Sean Bell danroy Henry Jonathan Ferrell shantel Davis Tamir Rice akai Gurley Kendrec McDade i am jordan Davis Wendell Allen ronald Madison I am yvette Smith renisha McBride Kimani Gray i am I really enjoy that we're All different people That are really special i feel proud To be brown every day i enjoy being Brown especially if my skin rips I am thinking about brown and I'm thinking About what color I am but I Have to be myself you have to Be happy of who you are
Can you imagine the terror they felt Not just the thousands of doomed brothers But their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers Wives, daughters, sons, neighbors Who, somehow, carried on… Voices keep singin’ To my heart, to my heart Voices keep singin’ To my heart, to my heart George Meadows, John Sleet, Bud Wilson, Robert Mosley, Frank Griffin, Tobe Williams, Jim Tate, Henry Smith, John Dances, Elrod Hudson, Jeff Densman, Zachariah Monroe Waters, Jeff Thomas, Mack Brown, Jesse Underwood, Brade Porter, James Sims, John Brown, Harry Hinton, John Johnson, William Webb, Berry Roden, Jim Roden, Will Carter, Jim Packard, John Packard, Moses Johnson…
Walker, Bishop Noel Jones Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor Lena Horn, Samuel Jackson Nancy Wilson, Magic Johnson Mahalia Jackson, Smokey Robinson Sugar Ray Robinson, Nikki Giovanni Adam Clayton Powell, Afeni Shakur The Funk Brothers, Miles Davis Mr.
J? I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry And Kelly too out in San Fransisco Lisa Johnson in Austin, Toronto, Jimmy Carl Black Ah, Marcado Carebe in Austin Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida Mark Goodnight for his psycopath Alright, we stayed at this guy's house And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89 A guy and a girl got hacked up in his pad and we stayed there But ah, ya, know it was great To Jack Tripper, even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando To Ingrid in Arcada, Rusty, Bermuda, Pete and Sara Shannon Boil, to the Space Fish, sorry guys maybe next time NKOTB in Costa Mesa, The O.K.
J? I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry And Kelly too out in San Fransisco Lisa Johnson in Austin, Tonto, Jimmy Carl Black, M Ah, Marcado Carebea in Austin Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida Mark Goodnight for his psycopath Alright,we stayed at this guy's house And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89 A guy and a girl got hacked up in his pad and we stayed there But ah, ya, know it was great To Jack Tripper, even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando To Ingrid in Arcada, Rusty, Bermuda, Pete and Sara Shannon Boil, to the Space Fish, sorry guys maybe next time NKOTB in Costa Mesa, The O.K.
I follow the migrator that will eventually reach our planet Earth." [Russel Allen, Damian Wilson] At the birth of time, the beginning of beginnings One cosmic soul was created A bringer of life, a universal migrator Born to sow its seeds in all the galaxies Like a cell dividing, it spreads in all directions Creating life among the stars I'm struck with awe as I join the great migrator Now it takes flight to the brightest star of all On a quest for life, through the sable skies What a show!
Ronald Curtis Madison, Kathryn Johnston, Sean Bell, DeAunta Terrel Farrow Tarika Wilson, Oscar Grant III, Shem Walker, Victor Steen, Kiwane Carrington Aaron Campbell, Steven Eugene Washington, Aiyana Mo'Nay Stanley-Jones Danroy “DJ” Henry Jr., Derrick Jones, Reginald Doucet, Raheim Brown, Jr.
Leo Tolstoy: Yes! Honoré de Balzac: Oui... Edgar Allen Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh! Charlotte Brontë: Hello... Emily Brontë: Hello... Anne Brontë: Hellooo..?
With a belly up to there. Wilson, Harding, Coolidge, Hoover, Franklin Roosevelt. Elected four times! Truman, Eisenhower, John F.
The first, John Adams, nicknamed "His Rotundity" Tom Jefferson and Adams had a rivalry In a duel, Aaron Burr killed Hamilton with a gun Number four, George Clinton died before his term was done Eldridge Gerry put Gerrymandering in the book Debt and bad health plagued Dan Tompkins' VP outlook Under two presidents, John Calhoun was the VP Martin Van Buren gave Jackson his loyalty Nine, Johnson struggled 'cause one of his slaves he married John Tyler served a month till Harrison was buried His desire to be (president), George Dallas made evident Millard Fillmore, 12, was ignored by the President Vice Presidents of the nation Support and votes, their qualification William King was short-term 'cause he died from TB V.P. 14, John Breckinridge was pro-slavery Hannibal Hamlin was V.P. during the Civil War Andrew Johnson's assassin, instead, got drunk at a bar Schuyler Colfax was caught up in a railroad scandal Henry Wilson's stroke made duties tough to handle Bill Wheeler was on great terms with President Hayes Chester Arthur became (President) after 199 days Thomas Hendricks served eight months and then he passed away Levi Morton was impartial, he wouldn't sway Adlai Stevenson made post office's Democrat Garret Hobart was well-liked for his humor and tact Vice Presidents of the nation Support and votes, their qualification Theodore Roosevelt served until McKinley was shot Charles Fairbanks, against the (president's) "Square Deal" program, he fought James Sherman's charm and spirit helps, the President says Wilson's wife blocked Tom Marshall from becoming the (President) Coolidge's nickname, "Silent Cal", because speeches were sedate Charles Dawes lost (President's) favor because a nap made him late The Depression ruined Charles Curtis' effort John Garner was against a bigger Supreme Court Henry Wallace was the V.P. during World War II Truman's days as FDR's V.P. were 82 At 71, Alben Barkley's the oldest V.P Nixon played a more important role in D.C Vice Presidents of the nation Support and votes, their qualification Lyndon Johnson tried to increase his influence and say Hubert Humphrey differed with, but then feared LBJ Because of kickbacks, Spiro Agnew had to resign The months Gerald Ford was V.P. was under nine Nelson Rockefeller's nickname was "Rocky" Walter Mondale was the first activist V.P.
From the salty sea the Ojibway came to the Shores of Whitefish island From France came the voyageurs to trade and to Sing À la claire fontaine From out of the mist came the blackcoat priests With the cross and the name of Jesus Then the redcoats came and the words That soon echoed in the woods were English These woods they felt the footprints of the Ancestors of Shingwauk These waters heard the words Of Étienne Brûlé as he talked These clouds saw father Druillettes pray for Sick Ojibway families These whitefish leaped into the nets Of Alexander Henry Welcome home, every bird is singing Welcome home, every tree is swaying Welcome home, every river is an Endless poem Every rock and every stone Has a voice all of its own And I hear them saying, welcome home This air has danced to the tune of the Irish Accent of John Johnston These trees have given sugar to his Chippewa wife Susan These shores have watched the anger and the Trials of John Tanner These flowers sighed as Jane Schoolcraft Wept for the son who'd left her Welcome home, every bird is singing Welcome home, every tree is swaying Welcome home, every river is an Endless poem Every rock and every stone Has a voice all of its own And I hear them saying, welcome home From the streets of Montreal came a young man Named Ermatinger From Sandy Lake he brought his wife and he Made a stone house for her From the rolling hills of Scotland Joseph Wilson brought his vision From a dedicated angry mind Judge John Prince brought decisions Welcome home, every bird is singing Welcome home, every tree is swaying Welcome home, every river is an Endless poem Every rock and every stone Has a voice all of its own And I hear them saying, welcome home Every rock and every stone Has a voice all of its own And I hear them saying, welcome home
Ow Heeurgh Come on now Ugh Everybody dance, I said dance the Wawazawa Everybody dance, they dance the Wawazawa Superman dance, he dance the Wawazawa Oh Superman dance, he dance the Wawazawa So come on now Bob Hope dance, oh he dance the Wawazawa Kenneth Kendall dance, he dance the Wawazawa Arthur Negus dance, oh he dance the Wawazawa, the Wawazawa Connie Muldoon dance, oh oh they dance the Wawazawa Sidney James, oh oh he dance the Wawazawa, the Wawazawa Henry Cooper dance, he dance he dance the Wawazawa Oh oh oh Tommy Trinder, Trinder, yeah, he dance the Wawazawa, the Wawazawaa Richard Burton, Richard Burton dance, he dance the Wawazawa, oh Jackie Charlton, oh oh he dance the Wawazawa, the Wawazawa Michael Jackson he shakes to the Wawawawazawa, the Wawazawa Clement Freud, Clement Freud, he done the Wawazawa, the Wawazawa Michael Comerford he pays, pays the Wawazawa, for the Wawazawa Stanley Unwin he dance, he dance the twist Peter Parker dance, move to it move to it Move the Wawazawa Oh Ted Moult, Moult, oh Ted Moult, he does the Wawazawa, oh Herman Creedler, he does the Wawazawa Patrick Moore, done the Wawazawa, oh Nicky Tube and Franz Beckenbauer they do the Wawazawa Oh come on Uncle Mac yes, oh, he done the Wawazawa Geoffrey Boycott, he done the Wawazawa Sherpa Tensing dance, he dance the Wawazawa Duke of Earl, he dance the Wawazawa Superman Bob Hope Kenneth Kendall Arthur Negus Robert Muldoon Sid James Henry Cooper Tommy Trinder Richard Burton Jackie Charlton Michael Jackson Clement Freud Michael Comerford Stanley Unwin Peter Parker Ted Moult Herman Creedler Patrick Moore Nicky Tube Franz Beckenbauer Uncle Mac Geoffrey Boycott Sherpa Tensing Ricardo Villa Jackie Wilson Ernest Shackleton Kevin Bradford Shirley Williams Michael Edwardes Heather Wibbley Tony Jacklin Anti Pasti Sandy Gall Montrose Mung Hayley Mills Tarzan Janet Street Porter Bob Jones Joan of Arc Duke of Earl Viscount Linley Margaret Thatcher Chris Trace Long John Silver Boadicea (REDACTED) Charlie Cairoli Norman Wisdom Everybody dance, ah they dance the Wawazawa Come on now Everybody dance, they do the Wawazawa The Wawa, the Wawa, the Wawazawa They dance the Wawazawa Thank you and goodnight
Paul Jonson, DJ Funk, DJ Skull, DJ Rush Waxmaster, Hyperactive, Kevin Carol Bryan Wilson, George Clinton, Lil' Louis Ashley Beatto, Neil Landstruum, Kenny Dope DJ Hell, Louie Vega, Carol Lexi Dr.
Living hand to mouth at least it helps to keep me nice and skinny I like shiny things and chaos please in equal measure Giving up the music to devote more time to social pressure Trigger sensors flaring up, quick fix em add narcotics When I cross them white lines trust I know just where the box is Allen boksic bread n butter but I'm better still Gianfranco came to see me and I taught him couple skills Pele used to bell me and we'd shelf a couple pills But when the whistle blows then it's time to kill Far too many men wish death on me Flattered that they waste their breath on me Create my own space all eyes on me I whip it top bins Thierry Henry Far too many men wish death on me Flattered that they waste their breath on me Cutting thru the lines all eyes on me Stick em top bins Thierry Henry
(Refr.) Ott volt: a Viktor, a Fjodor, a Péter, a Henry a Jorge, az Atesz, a Bretster, a Gyuri a Jack, a John, az Allen, az Ádám a Vladimir, az Umberto, a Sándor, a Kálmán!
George Washington's middle name, well, he just didn't have one John Adams, too And Thomas Jefferson, just wasn't done James Madison and James Monroe's middle names, not to be But, next, John Adams had a middle name which was Quincy Andrew Jackson, middle-nameless Martin Van Buren, the same But, William Harrison had one, Henry was his middle name John Tyler, did he have one? No Though, Knox was James Polk's Zachary Taylor didn't Millard Fillmore, none from his folks Franklin Pierce had one, but K is all we know, could be Kendrick James Buchanan, nope Abe Lincoln, one, his parents didn't pick Andrew Johnson's all there is Ulysses Grant's was Ulysses His first name was Hiram, the S, just the military's Presidential middle names are just like yours and mine It's a way to honor family members down through time Birchard, Rutherford Hayes' middle name was from his ma's James Garfield, Abram Chester Arthur, Alan, his grandpa's Grover Cleveland, his was Grover, Stephen, his first name Benjamin Harrison, just those two, history books claim William McKinley, nothing in between Like Teddy Roosevelt William Taft's was from his grandma, Howard, fitting, they felt Woodrow Wilson's was Woodrow, and Thomas was his first Warren Harding's, Gamaliel, named from a Bible verse Coolidge, John's his first name, Calvin's the middle one he had Herbert Hoover's middle name was Clark, the same as his dad Franklin Roosevelt, Delano's the name that's inside Harry Truman's simply S, his parents could not decide Presidential middle names are just like yours and mine It's a way to honor family members down through time Dwight Eisenhower's middle name, David is from his dad John Kennedy, Fitzgerald is the one his mother had Lyndon Johnson's Baines was his mother's before she wed Richard Nixon's Milhous, his mom's maiden name, I read Gerald Ford's middle name became Rudolph when he turned two Jimmy Carter's Earl was chosen by his dad, it's true Ronald Reagan's Wilson, his mom's maiden name, her deed George Bush had two, Herbert Walker, I'm sure it's not from greed Bill Clinton's Jefferson, George Bush's Walker, like his dad Barack Hussein Obama, is the same his father had The J in the middle of Donald Trump's name stands for John Last, Joe Biden's Robinette, his grandmother's name I'm gone
Then a voice rang out in the starry air "Stand fast, young man, be brave Far better to die 'neath an open sky Than live like a cowering slave" That early dawn of an April morn' I stood on a mountain tall And felt the shock of the musket shot That started first freedom's call My spirit's soared as the thunder roared I prayed to the blazing sky To bless the hand of the gallant band Who carried our banner high In that shifting scene of my wandering dream I rode fast to Bennington town General Stark and his Green Mountain boys Were camped on the dewy ground I gazed for a while and saw his sad smile Then he softly said to me "Their young blood will stain This Vermont plain before our land is free" I remember that smile as I rode each mile In my heart a dreadful chill The blood and the sweat and The smell of death Rising high over Bunker Hill The men and the boys With their sightless eyes Who lay dead before their time When they broke the chain Of King George's reign In a place they call Brandywine Then clear upon a cold night air I heard a suffering cry A ragged band of hungry men Were slowly shuffling by Across the valley grim and bare I heard the bugle blow The bloody beat of their torn Feet staining the virgin snow In the shivering scene of my nightmare dream A tall man spoke to me He looked grey and old in the crippling cold But his eyes were bright and clear He said "Listen well, then you must tell Of these deeds these men have done And future days will sing their praise From dawn 'til the setting sun Tell them of Saratoga Where the patriots fought and died Of Valley Forge Of Paul Revere who made that midnight ride Of Cowpens and King's Mountain Don't let them soon forget Or Patrick Henry's immortal words: "Give me liberty or death" "Remember Swamp Fox Marion Who led that wily band of Allen Green and Sumter who made a noble stand Remember, too The mothers true who cried their tears alone Their names will be told with The brave and the bold Where e'er our flag is flown" He left me then but I saw him Again standing tall near Yorktown Bay I saw Cornwallis surrender his sword On that bleak October day Then the tall man turned and he said to me: "Young man, our fight has just begun" Like a flashing scene I awoke from my dream And I cried in my silent room On my way to school I felt like a Fool as my childish tears did flow The things I had seen were all in dream You see, they'd happened long ago Then I cast my eye to a building High where the flag was floating free And I smiled to the sun for The men who had won a nation for you and me
We start with James Madison, the man stood at five feet four Van Buren and Ben Harrison, they both two inches more Five-seven were McKinley and John Adams, like Tom Cruise A half inch more, John Quincy Adams, excluding his shoes Five feet eight, four presidents stood, James Polk and Taylor, too William Henry Harrison and Grant, no more, they grew Next, Rutherford B. Hayes measured five feet eight and one half Fillmore and Truman were five-nine, 'bout the same as their staff The Presidents' stature How tall or not, they were Their difference is about a foot But, it's just a number A half inch more than they, Carter could brashly say, but then Coolidge and Pierce could look down at him, they were five-ten As was Andrew Johnson and Teddy Roosevelt, though Ike was five-ten and a half, more, on his tippy-toes Cleveland and Wilson reached five feet 11, a dead heat Taft, Nixon, Hoover, and Bush II, by a half inch, had them beat Now, comes a group of six-footers, a half inch higher Monroe, Biden, Garfield, Harding, Ford, Buchanan and Tyler The Presidents' stature How tall or not, they were Their difference is about a foot But, it's just a number Andrew Jackson, JFK and Reagan are six feet one A little half inch taller, Obama and Washington Six feet two, three, H.W.
Way down way down Baby take me down The mountain flashes the painted face Clouds at the break of noon The book of memory is made of blood Red pouring from the wound And Allen Ginberg on the corner hangs Words on the subway walls Under the cover of a black white book Scars of a burning soul Way down way down Won't you take me down?
Henry Allen drives a trolley On the Chattanooga line Taking tourists up and down the yard His hat says lucky number nine He tells me I'm the chosen one to see Glorious relics of his past Eighty years of shiny time machines he grinds Last train, last train on Earth Don't be late the conductor waits for no one Last train, last train on Earth Don't hesitate, this ticket has no refund Out the picture window he could see A panorama of the sky Lovers dancing in the dining cars They'll be sleeping by and by But all I see is just a parking lot Paved with glory days gone by And Henry's riding on the rails alone tonight Last train, last train on Earth Don't be late the conductor waits for no one Last train, last train on Earth Don't hesitate, this ticket has no refund Woke up with quite a heavy heart today We lost a keeper of the flame Counting stations on the homeward bound As another slips away And as I stepped off of that railroad car And the band began to play I was standing on a cloud as he drove away Last train, last train on Earth It's the last train, last train on Earth
It doesn't even matter how good I am You'll only compare me to that other man And I pulled off Hamlet, dammit Not to mention Henry the motherfucking fifth Henry the motherfucking fifth Ing fifth Ing fifth Ing fifth-a-fifth This is not impersonation This requires characterisation There's no need to disparage it It's hard enough just being a Woody Allen surrogate Ogate Ogate Ogate-ogate There's no need for you to flip your wigs I wasn't as bad as Jason Biggs was But Cusack really nailed it, I admit He knows what it takes to be a great Woody Allen surrogate Ogate Ogate Ogate-ogate He's getting older and can't play all the leads himself So people like me, we've gotta step right in and help Sure, Sean Penn copped out and he got praised for avoiding it But it's much tougher and more courageous To be the surrogate The surrogate You say you've never seen "Celebrity" Well, it is probably Woody Allen's best movie Okay, that's a lie, it's a piece of shit But it's got one great thing and that's it's Woody Allen surrogate Ogate Ogate Ogate Ogate Ogate Ogate Ogate Ogate Ogate Ogate Ogate
Yo, slid across the river low-key like I'm Henry Bibb Gear on my body, stocked up like a mini-fridge Fear'll never stop me in the valley of death Around the mic, I feel highly adept With every breath I relay facts, to play back and remember Always kept the Polo Sport coat in the winter, cause it's cold nigga Steady growth like hair follicles, the chronicles extensive The molecules presented through the sound waves Shit ain't all good in them down days Still we found ways to maneuver The Ralph sweater Christmas colorway, Freddy Krueger Rick the Ruler in my tape deck, kept the vape next to the computer Downtown like a scooter on the sidewalk, see me fly off, Captain Falcon Black Awakening, Richard Allen, it ain't even 'bout talent They just wanna see a nigga off balance Ayo, battle kings, I emerge with gold like I'm wrestling Native to the booth, I ain't settling This is next level shit, highest stage development The wordplay excellent, the page held the evidence Ayo, battle kings, I emerge with gold like I'm wrestling Native to the booth, I ain't settling This is next level shit, highest stage development The wordplay excellent, the pen held the evidence Yo, shawty love my styles cause my rhymes high voltage The beat cause compulsions and I can't stop flowin If you notice shit, Slank control mics like Bolsheviks Captivate the crowd like I'm Lenin Trials, tribulations led to winnin Niggas know my pen venom, Spiderman villain, kept the location hidden Sound equipment cause lyrical friction It's like miracles and visions how I'm spittin, God given You could search and never find an MC, even half as nice as me, realistically Yo, I'm like Apollo Creed plus Mister T Came to kill the great white hope with an uppercut Ayo, battle kings, I emerge with gold like I'm wrestling Native to the booth, I ain't settling This is next level shit, highest stage development The wordplay excellent, the page held the evidence Ayo, battle kings, I emerge with gold like I'm wrestling Native to the booth, I ain't settling This is next level shit, highest stage development The wordplay excellent, the pen held the evidence Ayo, it's like that Slank Heru, see me in the sky like a flight path Flip math, Jaime Escalante Shawty look Fulani, we exchange numbers Shelter in the booth when I hear the rain coming, make thunder
Bitches gon' fold when your bread mold Mind of a god but your head don't Fit that crown that you found when you dead cold So you better live forever or you dead wrong Calling yourself a king, on lock like it's dead bolt Homie who you stepped on just to get ahead though Henry the head collector Send me your best contender Envy the dead avenger Sexy and so conceptual Antisocial, manic I abandon hope and trade that shit away for vocals Mad God chilling coastal Purple suit up on the beach With rose gold on my teeth Sword inside my cane I turn an opp right into mince meat Take a loud mouth bitch and put her ass on pip squeak Recognize the god when he come around the weak can't resist me Keep a forty four in my jacket and my drawer Got a knack for cracking bones Stacking gold Smacking hoes Toto, Georgy Porge, I saw my heart up on the floor And boarded up the door of course, a lesson I learned loving whores Mad God in his castle where he stays forever more, raven Edgar Allen Poe, I'm a poet, amazing Sheogorath in the maze and I think that I'm staying Send shivers down the isle when I step up out the basement Mad God make a couple bitches have a dance off Mad God making everything except a bad song Mad God cleaning up his act like a bath bomb Mad God leaving enemies bodies half off Mad God killing everybody in a stand off Mad God is graduation cause I'm knocking caps off Mad God dying in my madness like a Black Swan Mad God dying in my madness like a Black Swan
Don’t count on salvation on the day of judgement Cocytus is waiting for the likes of you II’ll give you a listing of names to say in prayer If you want to Save your person From inferno’s frozen circle From the icy chill of torment From the rueful stream of wailing Antoine Jomini, Duke of Wellington, Henry Gantt, Adamiecki, Morgan Walker, James E. Kelly, Allen Hamilton, Robert Cooper Your lamentations Will echo Down the chambers of the underworld For your ingratitude.
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