Shut'em Down

Artist: Public Enemy

Night Of The Living BaseHeads

Artist: Public Enemy

Welcome To The TerrorDome

Artist: Public Enemy

Fight The Power

Artist: Public Enemy

Rebel WithOut A Pause

Artist: Public Enemy

Can't Truss This

Artist: Public Enemy

What I Live For

Wake up, wake up, it's a brand new day
I got a fresh breath and a full plate

Measure my growth by the season
Limits don't exist if you don't give them reason

Artist: Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard
Featuring: Polish Special Forces

4​/​17​/​1975

Artist: Rob Viktum

The 4th Branch

Artist: Immortal Technique

Chemical

Creep with me, as I crawl through your bloodstream

Dirty as the bathroom in New York club scenes
A chemical river that flows through veins of drug fiends
Ob-scene, un-clean, love between teens
It's chemical, phlegm that I spit, adrenaline kicks
Flow through your body, make it stressful as shit
What they inject into meat, into food you eat
Nowadays will make you lazy and wanna go to sleep
Chemicals seep in dirt, work deep in earth
Spin babies in the womb feet first at birth
Leaves embryonic fluid polluted and kids stupid
Fruit juice diluted, your drinkin' water putrid
The chemicals, heroine, built to be American
Pussies puke blood, baby mamas miscarriage-in'
Additives, preservatives, add to my nervousness
Bad when it surfaces, the madness is murderous
It's chemical

Chemical...
"So recognize when you feel it"
"What is it?" It's all chemical
Chemical...
"So recognize when you feel it"
It's chemical...

It's probably the reason I'm havin' panic attacks
Can't manage to relax, got me brandishin' gats
Paranoid, thinkin' everybody's plannin' a trap
It's just a chemical inside me I managed to tap
And now there's fiends smokin' it, this weed's soaked in it
It's more than just trees with a little coke in it
A Pandora's box, stop, don't open it
The euphoric feelin' revealin' the opiate
Back when I was little and they had me on Ritalin
I was chillin', literally zombie-type feelin'
Addicted to caffeine like some sort of crack fiend
Let it post through my veins like powerful vaccines
You're dependent: toothpaste, soap, deodorant
A chemical addiction without even knowin' it
You listenin' right now? Your body is holdin' it
A chemical dependency, no way to get over it
It's chemical

Anthrax, death threats, X, enhance sex
Steroids effects pecs, abs, and biceps
Advil relieves pain, trees deceive brains
Add a little chemical, you start to see things
Water filled with fluoride will fix up your teeth
Hormones are gettin' pumped in pigs, chicken, and beef
Alcohol slurs words, Mydol controls birds
Xanax calms your nerves if your brain's disturbed
Vitamin C for health, to take care of yourself
And you can even cure AIDS if you got enough wealth
Food coloring tricks you, glucose addicts you
All the dirty shit in food is why your clothes don't fit you
Red Bull pumps your energy, weed fucks with memory
Coke mixed with Hennessy turns friends to enemies
Pills to stop pregnancies, slow the flow steadily
Incredible, we're based on a chemical dependency
It's chemical

Artist: Apathy

Hungry

I'll sleep, when I'm dead, won't even catch my breath
And I know, the weight of, the world can't crush my chest
I'll work 'til I'm dead, I'll work 'til I'm dead
I'll work 'til I'm dead, and then I'll do it all again

Focus on my own
Every day will test me
Nobody will ever fucking catch me
I live to be the best
This is all I got, this is all I got
I ignore the pain 'cause the pain will never stop
You're better than this, I'm better than this 
You're bigger than this, I'm better than this
I'm better than this  I'm bigger than this

Artist: Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard

Stand Your Ground

Artist: Acarine

Test Of A Man

Artist: Roscoe Dash

Cauzaz Perdidaz

(Lost Causes)

Artists: El Fustigador and Zangrenegra

Remember The Name

Artist: Fort Minor

Broken Sorrow

Artist: Nuttin But Stringz 

Christians Murdered Indians

500 Years Of Manifest Destiny

Even in the initial stages of contact between European Christians and Native Indians people the stage was set for ethnocentrism, and the attitude towards the Indians was that of Christian superiority. The Indians were read a proclamation in Spanish which they had no hope of understanding. They had no hope of understanding the death sentence they were being read, and it went something like this.

"We ask and require you to acknowledge the church as the ruler and superior of the whole world and the high priest called pope and in his name the king of Spain as lords of this land. If you submit we shall receive you in all love and charity and shall leave you, your wives and children free without servitude, but if you do not submit we shall powerfully enter into your country and shall make war against you, we shall take you and your wives and your children and shall make slaves of them and we shall take away your goods and do you all the harm and damage we can."

2000 years ago we were all tribal.
Then came the missionaries with their fucking bible.
1492 began the termination.
The holocaust of our Indian nation.

Yeah with Christian love and a moral authority,
they killed our medicine men and stole our country.
I never claimed this shit was poetry,
it's just the fucking lies of Christianity.

You will pray to the lord and get down on your knees.
Here's a cross for your back and the coughing disease.
Though you helped us survive we will laugh while you bleed,
then deny what we did, write our own history.
We will kidnap your children and cut off their hair.
Silence their language and outlaw their prayers.
Beat them blind until they believe
in the blood of Jesus Christ our king.

Christians murdered Indians!

Columbus murdered children and now we have a holiday.
Still you want to deny your history?
Look to the sky for your god to justify,
as you commit cultural genocide.
Christians came and the natives they did hang
13 at a time for Jesus and his gang.
We are the ones you had to dehumanize,
so your murder and greed could be justified.

The belly of the church is full
with the blood of all those heathen fools.
Who would not receive the gift of Christ?
So we burned them as a sacrifice.
To our baby killing god above,
to our mother church and all her love,
we will steal their gods and subjugate.
Those who don't believe we'll annihilate.

"The Spaniards made bets as to who could slit a man in two or cut off his head with one blow. They tore babies from their mother's breast by their feet and dashed their head against the rocks. They hanged Indians by thirteen in honor and reverence for their redeemer and their twelve apostles. They put wood underneath and with fire burned the Indians alive."

Christians murdered Indians!

We believe in the earth, the sky and dreams.
The universe and the creator who gave us these.
The sacred gift of life and human beings.
That makes you perpetrate the hate to annihilate.
So here I am the savage, civilized.
Voice of the dead and my ancestor's cries.
And like the ghosts of this land you can't erase,
I see blood on the hand's of the master race.

500 years of manifest destiny.
500 years of manifest destiny.
500 years of manifest destiny.
500 years of resistance to the enemy.

You have faith in the rivers, the mountains, the trees.
We've a murdering god to replace all of these.
With the blood of forgiveness you too can be free.
Or the wrath of Jehovah you're sure to receive.
We will baptize you with the blood of the lamb.
With the sword and the gospel we will conquer your land.
You will join our church and be glad to be saved.
Or we'll slaughter your children and your women we'll rape.

Christian's murdered Indians!

I see blood on the hand's of the master race
I see blood on the hand's of the master race
I see blood on the hand's of the master race
I see blood on the hand's of the master race

Artist: Corporate Avenger
Album: Freedom Is A State Of Mind

Call The Cops

This is what happens when you call the cops
You get your rights violated or you all get shot

I’m sick of people getting victimized by criminal cops
Psychopathic predators terrorizing neighborhood blocks
Equipped with pepper spray, mace, cuffs tasers and Glocks
They like serial killers acting out subliminal thoughts

Artist: Rob Hustle

Featuring: Bump

Tha Shiznit

Artist: Snoop Dogg

Who's The Man?

Artist: House Of Pain