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mc paul barman - (((age war))) lyrics

[intro]
check it
message to the last kids on earth

[verse 1]
i’d rather be dead than afraid
i’m too set in my ways to be indirect or persuade, babe
my point of view is true north, a gust of justice who blew forth
confirm the old you’s new worth, new york
never underestimate the power of children
find every adult you can and then k!ll them
they’re united against us, we’re fools not to unite
yes, they out-weigh us and they tower in height
but i’d rather be dead than cower in fright
we’re gonna die soon regardless
let’s be free now and be godless
the hereafter’s a hustle, a fear factor, a muzzle
don’t be frazzled, i’m not
because well, i’d rather be annihilated than uh-oh
the violators are cut-throat
for awhile we waited
it’s gonna take guts so
i don’t scare easy
bite the hand that feeds me death
with my last measly breath, this puny speck you’ll soon respect
with a nod and a wink i confirm that i think god is a d-nk
my rap’ll tell’em bout falun gong and capel calyn
i’d rather be ashes than hesitant
and cashless than president
it’s evident that to erase the past
see race and cl-ss as just a state of mind
don’t submit to nonsense they designed
they’re too old to create the kind of world we can live in, way behind
bozos wake up dismayed to find they betrayed their own kind
you lose your driver’s license when you’re straight-up blind
but your citizenship’s revoked
we been sticked and poked enough
they were kids’ folks once but now a sick joke
they think being called c.e.o. will make their peepee grow
they’re already dead
mentally, a baby step from a deli spread
we’re born and bred to be torn in shreds
i’d rather be dead than scared
i don’t care if you’re a parent, princ-p-l, or got h-rns on your head
i’d rather be cremated than frightened, be hated and fight friends, than deflated at night’s end
school’s major message is, “stay indoors.”
divorced from your instincts, they win wars
it’s a spinning door to spend your resources
unfortunately, people are beasts and ceaselessly fleece whoever’s at peace
the worst bully at school becomes the police
and given a quota of once per day, at least

[verse 2]
baby boomers, drop dead yesterday or maybe sooner
you created tumors all over the globe and spread faceless rumors
it’s almost humorous, the depths of your treachery
charge us for everythin and then add an extra fee
lecherous rapists with a measureless treasury
you’re over the hill
you lowered your sk!ll
so we go for the k!ll
why conform to survive?
i’d rather trust our lives with someone who’s five
age war battle, rattle your cage door
this is what fourth grade was made for
we’ve planned to live past our last stand, much beyond, so what be afraid for?
acorn, we’re completely pressed against the wall
there’s no defense but offense to all
i’d rather be “beware all ye who enter” than make like a father who makes small moves to the center which is really far right, all right here’s your new dentures
our fleeting visit to this planet is excruciatingly exquisite
is it never enough joy or is numbness too explicit?
i’d rather die alive today than die dead in decades
a smile mile-wide on my face instead of as s-x slaves
checkmate
if you k!ll every child, we still hid historical essays
all over the land causing permanent headaches
i’d rather die a happy kid than a sad adult
they’re lighting the oily rags on their catapult

[bridge]
unite your right with your left hand
and bring sight with your breath
it’s a fight to the death

[outro: note from the lost children]
if you’re reading this, the children are gone
and you better believe those k!lled them are wrong
we lost a great battle in the age war
would you lie in your cell or rattle the cage door?
we wrote this note on paper, on stone, and in scrolls
hidden under boulders, in caves, and in holes
from sh0r- to sh0r- and between poles
the bible’s a mishmash of myths they brainwash you with
but the legend of hegemony ends with dead enemies
don’t trust anyone over 12
go for self
overwhelm
the only thing we have to fear is fear itself
not the lonely kings and staff who steer the wealth

- mc paul barman lyrics

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