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Red Leaves
Common Market
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"They're speakin' through me when the channel is clear
and we got so much to tell you that you cannot bear
for security i word it in proverbial form
when just a glimmer turned disturbed about a third of your dorm
what they're pawnin' for accelerants to excellence will be a lesson
in free trade, let 'em eat cake for breakfast
it's better we put a bullet in the press and shoot the messenger
to send one back in defense of the attack
second chapter drafted by the masterful, son
for those with hatchets and guns askin' 'what has to be done?'
what you become through the process is seminal to
the progress of the policy we institute
as it's told, the goal is nothin' but a milestone
soon as we annihilate the throne, we gon' bring the rank-and-file home
what's sewn now will flower when the child's grown
presently dial tone connects, let it be known: you're not alone
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silent brigade play the fanfare
you mountin' up or you gon' stand there?
saddle in and tie it tight
fighters of the rite are ridin' tonight
inner circle, join the outfit
opposition gettin' ousted
darkness ain't gon' hide you from light
fighters of the rite are ridin' tonight
facin' condemnation ipso facto
it is no glasnost, the river of cash flow's
dammed to churn turbines, can't discern a word
i'm so deaf and left with my insight to survive
born are we defective or perfection in flesh?
i may debate [the fact] your human nature is the product of the place of your rest
not to suggest we're ground in fallibility
but tread upon it when steppin' inside impalpability
my shadow fill me, up with fear - cup shallow make it easy on 'em
deepenin' more often now to see the bottom
i solemnly swear to god i'm wallowin' in mire
consequent to my desire fully competent to rectify a
misstep - rip a stitch in your fish net
the mutinous movin' this, who the midshipmen of kismet
land ho, a dead jam restriction on my vocab
photographed pose, slow the rolls on your nomads
my militarism menace imperialism we're given
minutes and kill 'em millin' about without a mission, listen
argue and quibble the archetypical cure's yours
heart in you brittle, the arc in the sickle bores forth
you pen a bill and you'd better get familiar
really though what they spent on that fence around the basilica's
senseless, indigenous citizens stripped of privilege
his eminent demise - immigrants arise
CHORUS
the truest opportunists thrive in the maelstrom
and peddle logic of pedagogues, theodicy failed 'em
the grant of a planned economy with stars in them eyes
behind the bars laws to keep the prophets marginalized
the market supply's entirely outta sync with the demand
the cost/price analysis invalid and banned
establish a brand, slap a tag of filth in the inseam
power to the plant, stream filter the benzine
chuck call it hustlin' culture, brother spoke to the
frustrated folkers, they focused, now they're phonin' their brokers
how they go from the brokest to the dopest lotus whip is
so the shit, don't trip - you can chauffeur this
and when it stops, what you got to show for this?
silver go to tonto with all the other metals in the console
mobbin' on a comptroller holdin' my thang
if it's over we're goin' out with a bang, boy..."
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