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corporations
What we were seeing in 2020, is an acceleration of such processes
In terms of food and agricultural, traditional farming in places like India
Will

cuts that were more advantageous to the wealthy and corporations and had little benefit if any for the middle class and lower class and contributed

to fill the hole, I offer up this lyric
To anyone that want to hear it
Deep down, I know we'll be all right, but at times I can hardly bear it
I was blessed

don't fit the higher class society
The trackies and the hood that make the elderly shook
But if you took some time, you'd see my heart's good
So you fired

criminal corporations big pharma and
The military tankers spraying the air
Need to be stopped for once and for all
And we can only do that by taking back our

about the level of difficulty of something
So something can be simple to understand but not easy to do
Like catching a fly with chopsticks
If you caught

Post Mortem

El-P

I Phantom

2002

details of a life I had passed
Now my warm night in Brooklyn is ash
Falling from the snot of loosies that I choked
Around the corner from class
Before

the future but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it again and get blast
Class warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political

don't come to school to learn
They starving
They come to school to eat
Can't teach a kid if they nourished under poverty
Feed your kids food
That they

to have the 5th PlayStation
And corporations are caking on boner medication
But tell our classroom teachers that they got to be patient
And buy their own

They'll always be a man
Take you to science class
Chromosomes they never change
They're praising women
Who are killing babies in the womb
They save the dogs

far, no hesitation
Nuh see de system ah big corporation
Nuh see de working class on the plantation
Who put de guns inna heavy rotation
Oh what ah woe, No

will be determined by your social status,
And whether or not you’re ‘Jonnie-Big-Potatoes’ 
And does your face fit the mold of a template that we’ve

a corporation
i ain’t got a social life, or time, or any motivation
all work no play makin jimmy such a dull boy
life's a b-word
get that through your skull boy

sick we can't eat

Why do we keep populating the earth
When we know we can't grow enough food in this dirt
Why do we waste so much of what we make
When

a couple bitches down hang around never fight
Plane touchdown sippin drinks gottem spiked
First class home room shit I'm counting on the flight
Beat drummin

on the hamster wheel"
Just to be clear
I'm not talkin' about rats
I'm talkin' about the bastards
Forcin' us to butcher their veal
Isolated from the rest

I always figured that I'd be free
'Cause I'm from a middle class family
My parents were both protestant
They told me all about immigrants

I was born