Turn It Down

2015 sounds

 what do you mean...sounds 

sound as a pound or, a Joyce voice prick?

Life in a Philip K. 

dick short story or trick, who knows

the next lick, grab your stick follow 

water, you oughta’ support her the 

mermaid merry in the mouth we must

marry, to carry the slurry, 

no mistakes don’t be sorry

play without worry, dance 

in the streets, get your boots 

on yer feets, step up friend

skip to the plate, release treats

with the beats, neat fold 

up your sheets with a tree in the 

crease, ignite and look east

feast your mind 

on the beast, anti-christ off the 

leash, make this your wish

eat the mic to wish, keep the mash

with the fish.

Turn it down to see the other side, 

the down side, the shit-slide, the mind-ride inside

looking far below where the breakbeats flow

the lower lights, cid-flights, in sync they go

falling or flying living or dying

film in a film in a film in a film

T.V can’t stop lying

the opposition movement trying

to break the monopoly

on bleeding the economy

and blocking our autonomy

it gets to me

i hope you see

the neuro-relativity

getting back in the game in the

flame out of name sake

jump into the fire, be the 

wheel and the tire

prospect for good will 

and spill a wise wordthrill trill

till pastures for others 

the future of others

so burn your shit down 

burn your shit down

remove all possessions and pass

on the lessons

learn your shit down learn 

your shit down

pick up the teaching 

before you go preaching

Run your shit down run 

your shit down

run it into the 

street run it on the

beat

Nukes

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Austerity

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Spying

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Coercion

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Lies

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Hate

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Corporate Music

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T.V Shit

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Out Of Date Meat

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Darpa

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Haarp Net

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Drone Commanders

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2019 Raps and free verse #2.

In the past 24 hours alone, on both sides of the Atlantic, twenty three banks have either been nationalised, bailed out by their governments or sold on at uranium-sale prices. Yet, despite that accelerating carnage, America's House of Miss-Representatives Today threw out the modified Changson plan to inject 7 truffle skins of taxpayers' truffles into the system, by buying up all the toxic truffle skins with connection to the US housing and arms market, currently polluting bank balance sheets and hex graphs --Ralph Yang

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2019 Raps and free verse #1.

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