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Fight Now

from Mind of a Tehranist by eMCee Killa

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Fuck writing for the money and fame,
Its just a lifetime ambition that’ll cover your brain,
And in truth your sound ain’t got nothing say,
Cos its real life when you see your one in the same

Running away, from D list celebrities,
I’m fed up with tendencies of building their respect,
Keep you glued to the tele for an hour and half,
Pouring Stella in your glass, but this setup is a farce,
Call it entertainment, but your mirroring a fake,
Making sure your kids are into shape?
Like a silhouette, grossly overweight is the populous,
Astronomers predict when we die, space will be our coroners,
I’m glad to bring philosophy to rap,
No matter what you do my words are like a prostitute to crack,
But I’ve still got a lot to do,
Maybe the bottom will end up as my rendezvous,
I still know I’ll contribute a lot of tunes,
For the honest youths, foreign dudes, and old fucking codgers too,
Pagan martyr, my flame gets darker aim to harm the frame of this blatant drama

Fuck writing for the money and fame,
Its just a lifetime ambition that’ll cover your brain,
And in truth your sound ain’t got nothing say,
Cos its real life when you see your one in the same

Chae Guevara, Marcos sub commander, Zapatistas, Ya Basta, they fight for nada,
Cultures armour, plays the hand of vultures karma,
Broken glasses and molten lava, frozen faster like diamond farmers,
The slave trade exists so its time for harvest,
I rhyme for calm heads, hate Friday Clark Kent’s,
Who like the bar tense, so fights can start, then bouncers charge in,
About to harm men, kick you out the club knocked out with scarred heads,
its ridiculous, don’t want to be affiliate to that,
When I’m studying a way to bring imagery to facts,
Your swimming in a sack of shit, that’s why my raps will dismantle it,
Spray it across floor so you’ll stink like a savage bitch,
So fuck Blair cos I’ve never been a fan of his,
However long he lives, if he’s alive or he’s a rotting pig,

Fuck writing for the money and fame,
Its just a lifetime ambition that’ll cover your brain,
And in truth your sound ain’t got nothing say,
Cos its real life when you see your one in the same

Keep it ancient stand on the acropolis,
Shout to the mother nature, this lands full of offices,
On top of shit, catch me at the wrong time, on a bridge,
Hang you by your legs off the side and throw you off of it,
Leave you in coughing fits, in the end your under coffin lids,
What a stiff, getting beat by the stronger fist,
But the problem is, abolishing your following,
And often we get lost within the cost and sip a coffee,
Cos your probably wanna grab and axe and kill your boss,
And nothings gonna stop you cos you’ve really had enough,
No one loves you, cos your under every tom and jerry,
Not a merry site when you’ve been sipping on the bevies,
And your bellies getting bigger and you’ve slept with every minger,
Cos you’ve got nothing left to give a girl, except spaghetti dinners,
No respect your very bitter,
Never onto a winner here, that’s why you sit and wear,
Slave to the system your graves started digging there….

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from Mind of a Tehranist, released November 1, 2009

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