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jxl - moved lyrics

“moved”
by julian lozano
copyright 2015
(talking and sh-t for intro. blah, blah, blah.)
[verse 1]
homicidal entities had my biochemistry
f-cking slow and afraid and frozen in place like cryogenic sleep
i was idle, dead indeed. twisted like a cyclone, menacing
til’ i opened the cage, went rouge, disobeyed the vile centipedes
that put their legs in things that they shouldn’t be, but survival’s meant for me
my vital strength means that violence, and the cycle ends for the
f-cking stagnant trap that my past attracts. and, my eyes rolled pleasuring
my body. when i felt the holy spirit, i’ma walk with it til’ my final death is reached
i don’t need no pie holes lecturing me. i’m gonna listen if
i hear the truth; i won’t fear it through the cognitive dissonance
and the matrix that you know is a lie. open your eyes. i’m modding the system it’s
my prerogative. hit the switch. hacking like anonymous in this b-tch
we must delete the corrupt police that disrupt the peace. we distrust the beast
if he has money; he avoids custody. being unafraid of a cage is a luxury
most of us don’t have. they patrol to control, man
posted and holding your gonads
with two hands. you are doped and then programmed
the gulag’s where they’re hoping that you’ll land!
[chorus]
we’re about to sing a song
for when your confidence is gone
together all of us are strong
yeah, we gotta get moved
oooo
the truth is like a bright light
shining, and the lies are finite
don’t be fools for gold like pyrite
yeah, gotta get moved
yeah, gotta get moved
yeah, gotta get moved
yeah, we gotta, yeah, we gotta
yeah, gotta get moved
yeah, gotta get moved
yeah, we gotta, yeah we gotta
yeah, gotta get moved
[verse 2]
they’re getting in money, yo. contest the prison industrial complex
to turn a profit, b, they need a constant stream of citizens stuck in those boxes
and, their posturing you do not want to see like the picture is fuzzy, yo, loch ness
they’re lobbying for those atrocities, and they’re a fixture this country’s whole process
revolves around. let’s resolve it now
this is modern day slavery. so, call it out!
are you appalled, or proud? how they’ve installed a cloud
for young people’s minds to all be bound
to a cage and forbade to be saved. in a way
it’s the same as a slave, but occasions have changed
your name is erased, and your face is replaced
with a number. “we’ll let you out. obey and behave!”
don’t wait or delay to hop to action
they kicked us in the b-lls like soccer matches
cops are laughin’ because there’s water splashin’
from the tears of mothers because their chopper’s blastin’
like doppler, d-mn it; i predict a weather change
heavy rains to –yes, erase the myths that separate
us from the heavens and the bliss it emanates
once ya get lemons, make some frickin’ lemonade!
but, you’re still on their plantation
you will emerge as patrons
to the will of earth til’ the bilderbergers feel the burn – capsaicin
you will observe d-mnation is of your own creation
if you sit on the throne doing business alone, don’t forget to invoke salvation
make it!
[chorus repeats]
[verse 3]
there’s a great revival of the hidden world. i’m a great disciple
do your best to pray a while to stifle and escape from primal
urges, wild splurges like aiming rifles at the brain of vile
cursed persons who put you through more pain and trials than the jamaican isles
when slaves were piled on to a boat to pick sugar cane, the tribals’
names and titles were erased, it’s final, and you were gave this bible
i know that justice is a late arrival. the divine, yo, ain’t’ playin’ dice you’ll
make a tidal wave of vital change, and i’ll break the cycle!
negate denial of rights. eliminate maniacal reichs
they feed you a pile of sh-te that is a mile in height
i’m riled and hyped to find a way to sustain a viable life
won’t stand single file in line. the fire i’ll ignite
is in inferno. have discipline as strict as a virgo
hit where it hurts, yo, and be patient as a turtle
don’t go in circles. refuse to live as a gerbil
in a box. see, when god speaks, it isn’t verbal

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