Dreams and stereotypes
Death on the wax - 2004
Your beastly speech gets me into a furious anger
like the propagation of your shitty propaganda.
Cause you lead the lost souls into a vain hopes area
when you make promises to build your empire.
Ruling over people is not a difficult task :
give them some games and they won’t ask for
nothing but dreams and stereotypes,
death in direct live and stereotypes !
The present situation looks like that of the past.
Only one evolution : Coliseum became media.
You’ve got a skill to control the people but
believe me or not, your number’s up and we’re gonna kick your butt !
As we not so frightened enough : time to bite !
Yes we highlight the government jokes, cause they’re blight !
And we’re back in a Saturday’s hope, here we’re back !
Shitty Matt sucks da sharks for a motherfuckin’ track.
Yes we rise like a chicken in love, often rac !
Yes we fly like a Japanese dove, out of sight !
While we stink like a Mickey’s glove : super bad, ya ya…
Like an acid rain this track holes your brain,
faster than a suicide under a train.
‘Cause X Makeena takes aim at the pricks who
make use of humanity’s pain, again and again.
You don’t trick my salutary lucidity
so keep your demagogy and your shitty mentality.
Da power empire is your only center of attraction,
but listen up guy, mine is to shoot you with the microphone !
One big slap on da incorporations
who are breaking da world dis time with money & weapons.
In the same fuckin’ time, they’re producing pollution.
Yeah one big slap to kick this shit out dis is da mission.
Yeah one big slap… stand up against
da power bulimia. Freedom for Mumia !
Wake up to make them burn in a fire.
For dem da underground remains a real motherfuckin’ danger !
As we groove on, fuckin’ move on,
Like Branson or Jackson’s obsession : Peter science-fiction !
Addiction to diction, a phenomenon in the mind of the street.
Phonetic work, we keep it going on.
As we maintain a certain hysterical hullabaloo.
Here comes da bugaloo. We make a mock of bad crews,
with their brand shoes and beer brews : Categorical refusal,
So we choose not to lose the “funky Babelouse”…