Don Johnson Big Band - Burn De Microphones Lyrics

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I'm crossing tracks

Painting tags on the walls of the metro

Paradoxical truths like modern day retro

Water and petrol, protons and electrodes

Reality I let go with pro-con anecdotes

Thoughts shifting from topic to topic

Skip it, hop it, flip-flip I flop it

Catch a beat just to drop it

Give me a door and I'll lock it, knock it

A floor and I'll mop it

The beat is rotating, rotating, I can't stop it

Cities aflame, war games and internal conflicts

Guerrilla warfare and insurrection bomb hits

Eternal conflicts of hatred and sword explored

All aboard the m/s Lord, errors ignored

How many registered votes for the poor and illiterate?

Allow me to reiterate my concern for the bitter fate

Of poverty-stricken cities you choose to discriminate

How inconsiderate to set a rate to eliminate

A culture you gave root to you now disintegrate

Can't let it blossom, can't let it proceed to a better state

No need to mitigate, clean up the graffiti and incinerate

Every page of social commentary by rappers you litigate

Now I got you listening to my hip-notic hop device

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Words glistening and they flow like melting ice

I'm like the cool urban cat that can't catch any mice

Vegas lice, casino hustler with no dice

Poor like Dice raw, energetic once more

No contour, unapologetic on tour

Twice or less, seeking success and it's price

Throw a slice of the wedding cake

And wonder where the rice is

In para-lysis with para-vices

Like Isis with a fertility crisis

Getting adverse advice from a demon that entices

The mind and the body like erotic license

The measure of intensity intensified

To a point where only pleasure and pain cleanse the mind

Hence, to find, pause, forward, rewind

Some sense behind the senseless grind

Of the millions of humbled unconscious civilians

Enslaved by the politics of palaces, pavilions

Officers, batallions, provoking rebellions

Decorated head-to-toe with medals and medillions

Turn off the lights and disconnect the cables

Burn the microphones and bury the turntables

Words, fatal revolution lables

Dangerous fables

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