1. |
You Can't Hide
02:26
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"You Can't Hide"
Hook:
The Last Days are dire,
And I’m a live wire
Trading eyes for eyes
till the last liar expires
Fighting fire with fire
Burn down these paper tigers
The Last Days are dire,
And I’m a live wire
Fighting fire with fire
till the last liar expires
Strife Verse:
I’m sick of being impotent
Like sysphus
pushing boulders
for Iniquitous hypocrites
Ignorance ain’t bliss
Senile Idiots
Punching the air with arthritic wrists
Acidic Pious Pricks
Throwing syhillitic fits
Jingoistic egotists gets pistol-whipped
Watch These pricks get pistol-whipped
The hypnotists
Weave a Cocoon chrysalisis
But they’ll Crash and burn like icarus
Wings on fire you figure this
Be the incarnation of terror when
Scarecrows brain’s narrowing
The outcome you get shot like heroin
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2. |
As I Walk Alone
04:18
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"As I Walk Alone"
Strife Verse:
As I walk alone
taught to protect the throne
But Now my innocence is gone
Memories of carnage cloud my dome
I’ll paint a Portrait of the killing fields of war,
I’m a soldier, a force that’s ill and raw
With sawed off shotties to leave you corpse and bones
Squeeze rounds into ya body, now ya life force is gone
Passed the test, Now its on…
But hold up
I’d never imagined The day I signed up
I’d be gunning down women and kids in a line-up
Now I made my mind up…
I ain’t turning tricks for uncle sam, them days is behind us
I ain’t doing dirt for these pigs no more, their times up
I’ll get violent
Bring the war home to his front door
Said he cared about the poor, but that’s all for show, we know
So we blow holes right through the front door
Drive by on the white house with a four four, in a second
effective weapons I be reppin
Time to start a stepping,
Let’s creep
Peep the moon it’s black and revenge is so sweet
Shit is intense, my sergeant ran us off a cliff
Tried to get paid, So I’ll empty a clip in his wig,
Got this grenade, don’t tempt me to pull the pin
finally see who’s on our side and that’s it, the nights mine
strategy planning, on maps we’ll draw lines
then draw 9’s, 22, 44’s, Aks, Even launch mortars or
grenades if we need to
Humanity can’t learn to adapt,
as long as we live under the eagle
ya hearts where the courages at
No one is free till the last capitalist is hung with the guts of the last bureaucrat.
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3. |
Perpetual Motion
03:33
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"Perpetual Motion"
Strife Verse 1:
my brains a grenade
watch me blow up the cypher
got explosives under my tongue
all i needs a lighter
my hope to live is gone
i'm a freedom fighter
die on my feet
better than living on my knees, that right
that's my steez rep
revolutionary suicide till last breath, now who's left
realize life is strife and stress, do or die, I ask
who decides? who laughs last
you decide, don't lets these suits & ties
abuse ya pride, we're rebels revelling in the changing tide
don't stay zombified
no more work, buy, consume, die
don’t follow the leader to the edge of their knives
the butcher's blade, how the rich get paid
cannibalize our corpse, backed by police force
the sick mandates of courts
let the rich man gain more, though
Time for societal
Metamorphosis
change is revolutionary,
Hook:
Manifest ya vision or sew seeds of our own destruction
Before the sun’s implosion seals universal combustion
We run this race infinite, Figure 8 like perpetual motion
Mobius Strip watchin the wheels spin til gears get brokin
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4. |
Runnin' Thin
02:06
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"Running Thin"
Strife Verse 1:
Saber rattles don't stop, riots in the air again
Running battles with cops, I'm not a quiet American
Heads up asses ignore problems, despair and vent
Just want what's rightfully ours, they call us arrogant
As you sit in your recliner
My music’s a reminder
The poor have a right to exist
Fight cause we’re pissed
I’m on government hit-lists
So my plights to resist
Time is precious
They won’t let us
Waste or want,
hafta live life
in haste and flaunt
like them
They want us all condemned
Disconnect our brain stems
Their plots hard to see-through
Like an opaque gem
Let their money accrue
Multiplied by ten
Make us feel
there’s nothing we can do
But go to work again
Sip beer with our crew
Leisure time spent
Like freedom we never knew
Watching corporate news
Like freedom we never knew
Payin’ taxes due
Like freedom we never knew
Takin’ our abuse
Hook:
We need Critical thinking and pivotal action
Before the ship starts sinking, we split into factions
We could transform the world, if we got our shit together
No retreat no surrender, it’s now or never
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5. |
World Is Ours
03:33
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"The World is Ours"
Strife Verse 1:
Everyday do something that scares the shit out of you
Travel down a new route or two
On the less beaten path you’ll Think less clouded and cruel
Only a fool is proud of his tools, may his fate unspools
And unravels into a riddle most ridiculous
How to survive this harsh punishment known as existence
Wince in pain
Strive to suffer this
Get tougher
And embrace the nausea of
Being and Nothingness
What’s the cause of this?
It’s become obvious
In essence our existence is non-essential…
In the grand scheme of things
I’ll end you
cause my rents due,
Existentialism is an exit stencil painted above a road that leads to nowhere
Spiral around the cliffs of your consciousness we can go there, just help me lay bare the lies, turn the tables and learn the tricks of the road
I’ll help ya escape the pitfalls of control, tempt fate, watch as privileged power leads the human race to a miserable malaise, a sixth great extinction phase, still getting paid in our final hours, in the earths dying gasps, stock markets speeding on a charted course plummeting fast
Stay the course, business as usual, are you a cartoonish mule?
a universal truth,
that’s often overlooked
power corrupts.
a universal truth,
undeniable,
unshakable, immutable, unmistakable
power corrupts.
a universal truth,
that’s often overlooked
Hook:
Don’t be devoured
By the cowards in power
The world is mine, the world is yours
The world is ours
In these final hours
They must relinquish the power
Our people will never cower
Put ya hands up with me
From sea to sea
Our people will never cower
Put ya hands up with me
From sea to sea
The world is mine, the world is yours
The world is ours
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6. |
Where Are We Going?
03:58
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"Where Are We Going?"
Strife Verse 1:
Word is bond
Whose side are you on…
In this most violent of storms
See what you gone find
Charge the frontlines
Cause I want mine
I won’t buckle, watch me grab it
Cause we want ours
If we can’t have it
You’ll see a ton
Of knuckles and skulls crackin
We won’t be buried alive,
We’d rather bury hatchets,
The bee hive will swarm to survive
Attackin’leavin back-stabbers in the dust, now we ride
make a clean break as I thrust with knives
clutched in my teeth as I getaway drive
giving double middle-fingered salutes to sky
I’m Free
When I rhyme this tight,
Watch me hurl sticks of dynamite,
blow a hole clean through ya line of sight
short fuse more dangerous than a viper bite
Ignore clues might wanna decline the mic
When asked to step and retaliate
Make sure no man will owns my fate
I won’t bow, I know now
yall bout go down
slaughtered when you cow-tow
Hip hop police on the prowl, so
I won’t throw in the towel though,
fire an opening salvo
demolishing doctrines
that are appallingly toxic
ya’ll polising badges, cufflinks, and crosses
I’m laughin, hollering, as I mock them
with snide severity
Skewer ya wide-eyed foolish pride with the most brutal sincerity
Ya’ll rockin rose-colored glasses lacking a beautiful sense of clarity
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Strife Olympia, Washington
strife
n.
1. Heated dissension; conflict or
clash.
2. A struggle, fight, or battle.
3. Contention or competition between rivals.
4. Contest, controversy, combat, warfare.
4. An omnipresent force that punctuates the evolutionary process.
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