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Flobots/Johnny 5 & Yak
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I'm listening to rap CDs from the middle of the storm
Where the weak ones die and the strong ones mourn
And the fire in which you burn keeps me warm
The final breath of death is the art, the form
Is the rap CDs from the middle of the storm
Far from the place I was born
But I seen it in a porn
The producer said he had once burned
And he learned how to fill out the form
In the middle of the storm
With the winds blowing hard and fast
And the hurricane spin throwing shards of glass
Alleycats dump litters and guard trash
Feminine skin scraped and shredded
Women and men raped and beheaded
And taped as they utter their last breath
Blood-plastered lips mutter
"Fuck that other bastard"
Kiss their mother and praise God with the pastor
Race to the death, who's faster?
Who's faster?
The news casters cruised past so they could video tape
The raped-and-bruised-bastard
Spliced him into segments used after advertisements
And regular fake-confused laughter
I heard of this disaster
But I don't know about it
But every rapper's got a flow about it
I'm listening to rap CDs from the middle of the storm
Where the weak ones die and the strong ones mourn
And the fire in which you burn keeps me warm
The final breath of death is the art, the form
Is the rap CDs from the middle of the storm
Far from the place I was born
But I seen it in a porn
The producer said he had once burned
And he learned how to fill out the form
The producer passed
Heard the blood bleeding
Turned, the last words so hot he had a CD burned
With a song about the mom and a song about the pastor
And fifteen songs sayin' "Fuck that other bastard"
Remixed and mastered, humanity clipped
Tracks blunted so everybody wanted a hit
Takin shit from the hood, makin' it taste good
When it played at the club the whole place stood
On their tip-toes
Wild like flip mode
Calypso
Snippet so tight they rip clothes
At the hip hop hard so the CD skips
On an isolated quote from the dead man's bleeding lips
"BitchNiggaFag, BitchNiggaFag"
Onomatopoeia of bloody fists and a bag of dollars
Rich kids hadn't cared now holler Producer produced a gold six figure tag on his collar
I'm listening to rap CDs from the middle of the storm
Where the weak ones die and the strong ones mourn
And the fire in which you burn keeps me warm
The final breath of death is the art, the form
Is the rap CDs from the middle of the storm
Far from the place I was born
But I seen it in a porn
The producer said he had once burned
And he learned how to fill out the form
He made ten million dollars out of one soul
Won't stop, can't stop, spinnin' outta control
Learnin' how to win a gold and how to flow slow
And in every single video rollin' in dough
Getting baked with the honeys, try to use em up
Divin' into money like Scrooge McDuck
Frantically movin' up
Suckin' vodka from bootstraps
Standin' on the back of a bull in a space suit
Trapped killer whales out in the pool
Sippin' monkey brains out of the skull
With cinnamon sticks
Teletubby suit with the head back grinnin' and shit
Yellow belly monitor tracks blazin sinnin' in six
Figures, relaxin' days in linen laced limos
Bigger, addin' switches swimmin in liquor
Puff ciggerette drags and disses, callin' everybody
"Blacks," and "Gays," and "Women"
This is rags to riches, bread crumbs to cream
From wanted ads to ads for burrito supreme
Stocks, bonds, and charity teams
Millionaire cleans doubt out by sharin' the green
But he's openly declarin' his scheme
Tough, arrogant, mean
Time to time tries to teach what Farrakhan means
I was starin at the barren scene there on the screen
And he yelled out "I am the American dream"
I'm listening to rap CDs from the middle of the storm
Where the weak ones die and the strong ones mourn
And the fire in which you burn keeps me warm
The final breath of death is the art, the form
Is the rap CDs from the middle of the storm
Far from the place I was born
But I seen it in a porn
The producer said he had once burned
And he learned how to fill out the form
(Cut! It's all wrong. This is art, not exploitation. Alright, let's do it again from the top.)