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All About The Benyamin
03:15
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I’m all about the Benyamins. Me and Bibi go way back.
I crush homes when I lay down tracks.
I crush bone if they don’t stay back, from on my big yellow cat.
Call it battle, but it’s just an attack.
We got the best of the best in the IDF shooting fish in a barrel til there’s no fish left.
You wanna step to me you’re getting Sabra and Shatilla.
Kids start screaming when their mama’s start bleeding.
I’ll give you something to cry about. I’ll be swimming in suburbia when you’re well dries out.
When the war tires out and you’re all dying out I’ll be claiming all the high ground.
Motherfuckers, come on!
I’m gonna be iron like an armoured personnel carrier in Zion, and flyer than an F-16 pilot.
I’m gonna be harder than the concrete surrounding Gaza, and bigger, and faster, and better.
Run when I flash my Baretta. I’m fucking gangsta, Stern and unreserved.
Been herding ‘em out like cattle since before the days of Ben-Gurion.
I’ve got respect and I earnt it. Fuck your right of return shit.
I’m hotter than your olive grove the day the settlers burnt it.
I’m a demon to men. I’m all up in your head like Cast Lead, and it’s happening again.
Got the whole two million of you reaching for the ceiling.
Drop to your knees and holla if you feel me.
Motherfuckers, come on!
I’m coming straight outta Hebron.
I’m headstrong.
I’m dropping the bomb on schools and hospitals, and you’re responsible for hiding in ‘em.
I’m finding and killing every last one of ya.
What do you know of honour?
I was raised on tales of Ariel Sharon and one anonymous soldier worth a million Palestinian sinners.
History is written down by the winners.
Been on it from the beginning, smashing your whole shit into pieces.
Call it “a state” or “fried chicken”, give a fuckin Nakbah. It’s only a name.
Your Mama scream “Allahu Akbah” when she pick up your brain, and when she pick up your brain you know it’s all in the game.
Motherfuckers, come on!
I’m all about the Benyamins. Me and Bibi go way back.
I crush homes, Baby. I crush bone, Bibi.
I crush ‘em all if they don’t leave me alone.
You’d better step the fuck back yo, I told you I was loco.
Ah no. step to the wall, fall, never to return home.
I’ll give you something to cry about.
I’ll give all your motherfuckers mamas something to cry about man.
Motherfuckers, come on!
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2. |
Simple Joys
04:26
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It’s gonna be alright. It’s gonna be ok.
Even though I’ll never see your face again, you taught us never to give in and how to die like men,
and tried and tested methods of dealing with dejection, and how to pick ourselves the fuck back up and try again.
My kindest thoughts are nothings running around my head.
Still struggling to sleep. Still smoke weed in bed.
Still don’t fully understand this yet, but then I never fully understood the things you said.
I rejoice now in simple joys I bring.
She used to love to hear the pain in my voice when I’d sing,
but it didn’t change a thing.
It’s all gone. It moved on. It caved in. It’s over before you can blink.
And I learnt that nothing in life is ever static. Sometimes it’s like it vapourises right before your eyes just as you grab it.
Man, I almost had it. Could’ve been something magic, but then, whatever is?
It just goes on and on and on.
It’s gonna be alright. It’s gonna be ok.
All change. Nothing stays the same but I know it’s gonna be ok.
Shoulders back, chest out, back straight.
I know no shame and I feel no hate, and I’ve got nothing to be scared of.
I broke those chains with a flood of compassion burning all around my veins.
I can do whatever it takes. I’m stronger. I’m able.
I can pick you up, carry you home, and put the food on the table, forever.
Forever yours, my lady.
Forever and eternally babies.
I raise you. You raise me. You gave more than I ever could express, so take whatever you need for ever until there’s nothing but my essence left.
If I could pass on just one lesson before I die,I’d have you learn that the worst of times eventually pass by, but the so do the highs. Spokes fall and they rise. I Know sometimes it feels like it just goes on and on.
It’s gonna be alright. It’s gonna be ok.
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3. |
Modern Feminism
03:08
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I want to sing a celebration of misogyny.
Everybody follow me into this new world of hypocrisy.
I never thought that I’d see such regression in my time.
It seems to be the greatest thing that happened to society recently.
Mass confusion. Prostitution as equality.
So come on, Baby, get your tits out for equal rights.
Shove it right in my face and we’ll show them what we’re fighting for.
We want soft-core porn on daytime television.
We want strippers to be icons of modern feminism.
We want to hide the truth. We know who really runs the world.
If you want to be good, you’d better be good looking,
and if you want to dance then you’d better learn to dance like you’re fucking,
then you can dance, but that’s all that you can do for me, Baby Girl.
Shove it right in my face and we’ll show them what we’re fighting for.
Hush now, Baby, Baby, don’t you cry.
Mama’s gonna teach you how to catch his eye.
If that lingerie don’t work, mama’s gonna teach you how to twerk.
Mama’s gonna teach you how to spread your thighs.
And our sons and our daughters have to see this shit daily,
And then we’re in the wrong for trying to explain things clearly.
We’re better than that. It doesn’t have to be this way.
They tell her “you could be a doctor, or a poet, or a politician”,
but all they really think is “is she pretty?”. Fuck ‘em.
See how good she looks when she shoves her fucking fist in their face.
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4. |
Wretched Soul
03:04
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God save my precious soul.
If you heard my starving children cry, would you still judge me if I stole?
God save my wretched soul.
While I protect them from the cold of night, wonder if you’re listening at all.
Where’s your light?
Sometimes when I’m alone I get so tense I have to scream out loud.
I’ve done many bad things, of which I’m not proud.
I’ve begged and stole. I’ve bought and sold my dignity. Left good people that I loved alone.
To tell the truth I did exactly what’s expected of me.
Many extended middle fingers. To the wind with decency.
We the blessed. We the wretched. We the fucked in the head and lying naked in the desert.
God save my precious soul.
If you heard my starving children cry, would you still judge me if I stole?
God save my wretched soul.
While I protect them from the cold of night, wonder if you’re listening at all.
Where’s your light?
Sometimes I pray to God to save me, even though I know he’s never listened once, and that I curse his name daily.
I watched him change from a saint to a slayer, faster than the public changed to favour such unscrupulous bastards as me.
A minor symptom of a master disease, we scrape our knees to scrape a living.
We empower embattled elites.
I’ve been mimicking the way that they speak, but only money wipes your feet clean of the smell of the shit from the streets.
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