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gynk - the shadows of corruption lyrics

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[intro]

uh

this is gynk
being joined today by st. anarchy
we’re going to teach a lot of you about corruption
huh

[verse 1: gynk]
let me tell you all a story of deceit and lies
from wealthy men in dress suits, plotting all of our demise
they expected us to follow in the direction that they led
but they didn’t expect that we would divert our course instead

there are people in the shadows, and they’re hiding from the truth
corrupting the nation’s capital and poisoning all our youth
through ideas of tеmptation, of l+st, and mostly greed
they do everything right for thеm, and they know what we need

what we need is to be free, seperate them from ourselves
by rejecting their puppets who give us the show and tell
do you motherf+ckers even know what it’s like to work
or are you all busy giving each other the circlejerk?

all you f+ckers wanna talk sh+t like you all f+cking know
even though these b+st+rds are causing all this woe
do you all know who the f+ck they are, with their charming smiles?
is it the creepy guy from down the street, or is it professor giles?

these crocodiles have been getting fat for a while
making compost into bile, acting like we’re in denial
what we need is a fresh face, a new f+ckin’ superman
but one that takes noone’s sh+t, and who has a f+ckin’ plan, yeah

here’s st. anarchy, let’s do this
[verse 2: st. anarchy]

yuh
i’ve been tryin’ to get me some money
but big brother tax me, always takin’ it from me
so many are still poor, still homeless, still hungry
yet the police pullin’ up in a brand new humvie

it’s a police state, a state of emergency
inflated currency, but they say, “don’t worry”
distracted by the rat race, everyone in a hurry
panic attacks, but the xans make it all blurry

prayin’ the five+oh don’t find em’ when they search me
labelled a menace just because i like to get high?
but repeat after me, it’s a free country, am i right?
what, i’m just tryin’ to find my vibe? who is that hurting?

the cops don’t give a f+ck about you, it’s a thin blue line
they’ll shoot you without even doing a night of jailtime
tell me, how the f+ck is that right?
but smoke a little weed and they’re quick to ruin you life

[outro hook: st. anarchy]

treat me like a criminal because i’m speaking my mind
freedom to speech died by carrying it’s corpse in my rhymes
treat me like a criminal because i’m speaking my mind
freedom to speech died by carrying it’s corpse in my rhymes

- gynk lyrics

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