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Lyrics
*Thanks to astroboy for correction.
Shadow Business
[Paz]
It's a contemporary form of slavery, they call it slave labor
But they don't prosecute them 'cause that's how they make paper
When you rocking that fly shit that's made in China
By an 8 year old child trying to feed his momma
He exposed to contamination and disease
And only 55 percent of them will get degrees
And the women have to try to placate the boss
Because there's sex discrimination in the labor force
The slave master only let them speak in sign language
And they suffering from lung disease and eye damage
Fourteen hour shifts, seven days a week
Two shitty meals a day, very little sleep
Human life only worth three cents an hour
All human rights lost, no sense of power
What did 400 years in the grave pass us?
Only the improved cleverness of slave masters
[Chorus]x2
Is life worth living if you living in hell?
When the mind is confined to a prison or cell?
And the lies they devise in a system that fail?
But I expect the system to fail...
[Spoken sample]
Many chinese workers are forced to sign secret agreements, known as shadow
contracts before the leave china. Severely, and in some ways, illegally restricting
their activities while on American soil.
Workers are forbidden to participate in any religious or political activity. Or to
ask for a salary increase. Or even fall in love or get married.
[Paz]
It's 1.6 million people locked in jail
They the new slave labor force, trapped in hell(damn)
They generate over a billion dollars worth of power
And only gettin' paid twenty cents an hour
They make clothes for McDonalds and for Applebee's
And working forty hour shifts in prison factories
And while we sit around debating who the wack MC's
They have to work when arthiritic pain attack the knees
Slavery's not illegal, that's a fucking lie
It's illegal unless it's for conviction of a crime
The main objective is to get you in your fucking prime
And keep the prisons full and not give you a fucking dime
But they the real criminal, keeping you confined
For a petty crime, but they give you two to nine
And ain't nobody there to protect ya
Except a bunch of incompetent human rights inspectors
[Chorus]x2
Uncommon Valor: A vietnam story
*R.A's lyrics were exceptionally difficult to format, excuse their 'sloppiness'
[Paz]
I don't know why I'm over here, this job is evil
They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me, said the President he doesn't care
He trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say they trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't see no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we could in
Against the Viet Cong guerillas there in Giaden
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civillians
It ain't right to me, I got enough a motherfucking fight in me
It frightens me, and I just want to see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of operation Rolling Thunder
In a foxhole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fucking Harbing[r]er of death here
Whispers:
Voice 1: I don't wanna be here, I'm scared... I just wanna go home
Voice 2: You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy, don't you love your country?
Voice 1: I like being here... I'm ready
True Story...
[R.A. the Rugged Man]
Call me Thawburn(?), John A. Stab sargeant
Marksman skilled in killing, illing, I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, raping and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers, U.S military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit, World War II:
That's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing drug abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and booze, and all this shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
G*** run when the minigun spit, won't miss
Kill shit, spit 4,000 bullets a minute
With the "charlie hit" trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it
Get it, the lieutenant hit it, a villain: I been it
A killing: I did it, crippled: did it, Pictures I painted is vivid
Live it, a wizard with weapons, a secret mission we got to begin it
Government funded behind enemy lines
Bullets is spraying, it's heating up a hundred degrees
The enemy's the north Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease, until I see
The pilot got hit, and we 'bout to hit some trees
Tail or rotor broke, crash land... American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us, them yellow men
wearing black pajamas They wanna harm us, they all up on us
Bang bang! Bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left the captain, caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, it's raining, I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see christ, I see bright lights
I see isrealites, muslims and christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, whites, asians people of all types
I must've died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back, but ain't escape
Agent orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic quadriplegia, Microcephaly
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died, he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Because in life, god take, god give...
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"If she's old enough to crawl, she's already in position." -- Pedobear
Last edited by Akridrot on Sep-10-2006 at 01:32
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