Newsgroup: it.arti.hiphop
Titolo: fuck bush

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SAMOŠ IS DEAD
Now playing: "Mosh"

[Children speaking]
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of the United States of America
And to the republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible…
[Eminem]
People, this is it. It feels so good to be back…
Scrutinize every word. Memorize every line. I spit it once, refuel,
reenergize, and rewind. I give sight to the blind, my insight through the
mind. I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time.
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as; I say to fight, you
take it as “I’m’a whip someone's ass.” If you don't understand, don't even
bother to ask a father who has grown up with a fatherless past, who has
blown up now to a rap phenomenon that has – or at least shows – no
difficulty multitasking and juggling both; perhaps mastered his craft,
slash-entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts, who has had a
few obstacles thrown his way through the last half of his career. Typical
manure. Moving past that. Mister kiss-his-ass-crack, he's a class act;
rubber band man, yeah, he just snaps back.
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness, as I provide just
enough spark that we need to proceed. Carry on, give me hope, give me
strength, come with me and I won't steer you wrong. Put your faith in your
trust as I guide us through the fog, till the light at the end of the
tunnel. We gon’ fight, we gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp, we gon’ march through
the swamp; we gon’ mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors.
Come on!
To the people up top, on the side and the middle: Come together, let's all
bond and swamp just a little. Just let it gradually build, from the front
to the back; all you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black.
Don't matter what color, all that matters is we’re gathered together to
celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather. If it rains let it
rain – yeah, the wetter the better! They ain’t gon’ stop us – they can't –
we’re stronger now, more then ever.
They tell us “No,” we say “Yeah;” they tell us “Stop,” we say “Go.” Rebel
with a rebel yell, raise hell – we gon’ let ‘em know. Stomp, push, shove,
mush – fuck Bush. Until they bring our troops home!
Come on just . . .
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness, as I provide just
enough spark that we need to proceed. Carry on, give me hope, give me
strength, come with me and I won't steer you wrong. Put your faith in your
trust as I guide us through the fog, till the light at the end of the
tunnel. We gon’ fight, we gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp, we gon’ march through
the swamp; we gon’ mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors.
Come on!
Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us, mosh pits outside the Oval
Office. Someone's trying to tell us something. Maybe this is God just
saying we're responsible for this monster, this coward that we have
empowered. This is Bin Laden – look at his head nodding. How could we allow
something like this, without pumping our fists?
Now this is our final hour; let me be the voice and your strength, and your
choice. Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise. Try to
amplify, times it, and multiply it by sixteen million people, all equal at
this high pitch.
Maybe we can reach al-Qaida through my speech. Let the president answer our
high anarchy. Strap him with an AK-47. Let him go fight his own war, let
him impress daddy that way. No more blood for oil, we got our own battles
to fight on our soil. No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking
that we ain't loyal if we don't serve our own country; we're patronizing a
hero. Look in his eyes, it's all lies. The stars and stripes? They've been
swiped, washed out and wiped, and replaced with his own face. Mosh now or
die.
If I get sniped tonight, you'll know why: ‘Cause I told you to fight!
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness, as I provide just
enough spark that we need to proceed. Carry on, give me hope, give me
strength, come with me and I won't steer you wrong. Put your faith in your
trust as I guide us through the fog, till the light at the end of the
tunnel. We gon’ fight, we gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp, we gon’ march through
the swamp; we gon’ mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors.
Come on!
And as we proceed to mosh through this desert storm in these closing
statements … If they should argue, let us beg to differ as we set aside our
differences, and assemble our own army to disarm this weapon of mass
destruction that we call our president, for the present … and mosh for the
future of our next generation, to speak and be heard … Mr. President? Mr.
Senator?
[Child’s voice]
Can you guys hear us?
[Children’s laughter] 
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Now playing: "Mosh"