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muddy south music - where y’all at (before the storm) lyrics

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intro – spoken]

i asked the bots what war we’re in…

too violent, too raw—said i can’t begin

gemini froze, siri stalled—

alexa said, “nah.” like truth on recall

[verse 1]

ozzy, where you at? war pigs in the spot

generals schemin’—missiles gettin’ hot

no confession, no resistance—

they drawin’ lines, you keep your distance

mos def, where you been? time to rise

power lift up, cut through the lies

heard that line, i felt that bar—
still tattooed like a rebel scar

where morello? where de la? where the truth went?

mic went cold, now the money spent

we need strings, we need that scream—

but the feed gone black, and they mute the dream

system had bombs, dropped ’em clean

now the silence louder than the war machine

party played while the desert burned

now it’s worldwide—and no one concerned?

[hook – chant style]

it’s quiet before the storm…

where y’all at?

the fire’s in the sky—
where y’all at?

they breakin’ down the doors—

where y’all at?

it’s quiet before the storm…

[verse 2]

boom—clip in the bag, sh+lls in the crib

tired of the talk, now we do it how we live

you told the game, now you ghost in the mist—

legends gone cold, we takin’ the risk

evil creepin’ down the valley floor

shadow long, but my stance hardcore

lock on the hip, words on my breath—

this ain’t flex, this life or death
they warned us soft, now the fire’s fed

what was slow burn now glows infrared

this the time, no second guess—

if you had a voice, better get off rest

screens blink, but the truth don’t trend

comfort sold, while they k!ll again

silence loud, like a padded cell

legends hush—guess they buy and sell

[bridge – spoken]

twenty years gone since the levees broke

katrina didn’t drown ’em—dc choked

two decades later, same d+mn scene

but what’s on the sidewalk? just a dream

handwritten note—c+ckroach style:

“joe biden is a joke.” took me a while

like that passport clean from the fire—

while black boxes gone, truth expire

[verse 3]

you chart with lies, glitter and gold

while kids sleep cold in a warzone fold

talk syrup, rims, chains, and flash—

while bombs drop close and the world turn ash

rent past due, but y’all still dancin’—

whole planet burnin’, y’all just glancin’

truth ain’t cool, that’s why it cost—

and your silence say more than what you lost

anybody can flex, that ain’t brave—

but speak real truth, get your own grave

they say, “don’t say that,” like it’s taboo—

but i’ll burn this beat ‘fore i lie for you

ain’t no body ask me

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