:Actually, for the benefit of my attempt to cool down the edit war here, I am making it my point to be uninterested in either side's actual record here. I just want the naming convention edits to stop, from this point on. Are you interested in trying out my interim, 'cease fire' plan? I think we can easily devise a truce to serve all participants, and WP generally, while the committee makes it decision. Are you in?   

  

  I lift the shroud and make the masses proud 
  Crush our enemies, 
  Are you gonna ride with me? 
  Or sit in your materialistic moyogi 

  Race to our grave 
  how much more could I have gave 
  to the insatiable assassins that are forever laughing 
  like an atom cracking, 
  will we ever be saved? 
  With landmines not gold my future is paved, 
  love in my heart but not racist-ly raised 
  You want back but you never gave, 
  you think you're prince but you're really nave – sissy, 
  I bet you think you're brave 
  playing broke, stack your loot 
  the cream you save, 
  body boarding on light's way 
  The rich taunt me 
  specter of bill collectors haunt me 
  The fates of the greats leaves me undaunted 
  socialist dazzle mother****er and I flaunt it 
  Class equality and abolish poverty – I want it  

  Preach knowledge with no answer,  
  you speak in tongues 
  climb life's ladder and it has no wrongs  
  My old-school compadres are spun 

  The rich steal my labour and my health 
  to bag their wealth 
  They got us ass backwards  
  fight for the self 
  and not the masses, 
  they got us right in Congress 
  Anything but abolish the classes 
  Anything but rocking the vote of our masters 
  Mother****ers telling me that my vote is the answer 
  You simple fools 
  I duel your revisionism tools 
  You leer, 
  indegenous people fuc**n with cheap beer 
  sniffing glue, 
  redestroyed their world – what would you do? 
 
  My African comrades 
  Killed by disease and nationalism 
  our motherland raped and beaten by this giant mob 
  capitalism 
  Spewing fumes of death-smoke, we choke  
  on consumer goods 
  like gunpowder-fed pits, 
  we kill each other in our own hoods 
  More and more are forced to settle in the ghetto 
  we whore and horde to pay the rent and fill the kettle 
  The rich test our mettle  
  I'm an avalanche started by a pebble 
  I throw a rock at the devil 
  I rebel 
  In politics I meddle  
  past lives several  

  Esoterics, 
  yes, I dabble  
  control the rabble  
  false prophets praddle  
  the lumpen cut down like cattle 
  In the street we battle 
  the bourgeois we rattle 
  Lift the curse 
  check em down from their perch   
  For the truth we search at birth, 
  living together in harmony 
  I never understand why you just can't see 
  We'll kill you just like we did the Nazi 
 
  Let's clean the names  
  of the heroes the rich besmirched 
  Spiritualism is valid 
  just make it an equal portion of the salad 
 
  Life is callous  
  mass confusion 
  cats living in delusion 
  stalled evolution 
  each breath I taste pollution 
  no respect for women,  
  just a cushion for the pushin'   
  Lions laid and wait 
  and ambushes from the bushes 
  Watch how hard this player pushes through 
  in and out a pussy like a douche 
  he rush your tw*t like swat 
  he makes more than your pussy pop 
  leave you broken  
  All to say is bambaclat 

  I mark  
  rats, rapists, police agents and snitches 
  Subject deep lyrics vicious 
  pockets broke 
  mental riches 
  rathead bitches 
  capitalistic wishes 
  personal issues 
  You've never heard words like these 
  they're free so don’t say please 
  you're the host of degree disease  
  Stay clam 
  smoke balm  
  you better sound the alarm 
  Revolution's cold so dress warm 
  like millions of locus we swarm 
  the children of corn 
  destroy child porn 
  Heed to seed our plant 
  feel the impression of my stamp 
 
  Comrade Zearle. 
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