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Faded Glory

from Fuck Everyone by Matt Dyer

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A remix of 50 Cent's 'This Is Murder, Not Music.'

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I stay lit like an Olympian torch, so burn one
Best respect my opinion before you ever earn one
Or the other, you sheepish wolves undercover
Ain't fleecin' me, motherfucker, better learn some
I'd die for my ideology, so fuck a liberal
If you work a fast-food job, suck it up for minimal
Wage for minimal skill, my words sting but the venom'll kill
Whoever doesn't think it's about the benjamins still
Champagne dreams with beer money, you queers dummy
Government overspendin', it ain't nowhere near funny
Yet I laugh in spite of the fact at conivin' Democrats
I'd rather be broke as fuck and not sendin' in tax
Dollars for you fucks to give to those who don't earn
You foolish motherfuckers shouldn't have grown into sperm
I ain't payin' for your healthcare or your fuckin' pensions
That fifty percent of America's budget's been spent in
It's unsustainable, my hunger's unexplainable
Unemployment claims make me wanna change the bill
You jobless motherfuckers hardly puttin' in work
Lookin' for work, so you collect n' invest in the crookedest dirt
N' that ain't a blanket statement, it's just one example
Without a better vetting process, we're at a standstill
No wonder we're in debt trillions to China
All this self-entitlement, even our children vagina
It's killin' the spine of, our entire economy
Shippin' our jobs off to distant provinces and colonies
While these politicians treat the Constitution with mockery
Second amendment is useless without a shot or three
So line up Obama, Cheney, Congress, the House and the Senate
I'm doubtful of penance, shit, if we oust 'em, we're endin'
Only a small part of the problem, it's the populace
Even if we marched with arms bared, these crooked cops'd bust
So keep pullin' me over for tint percentages
While burglaries, murders and rapes keep goin' unsentenced, it's
Sickenin' to think of the way I was raised
It's fallin' to the wayside, nowadays it's the age
Of love n' not reason, so fuck it, I'll stick with logic, I'm hatin'
Call my beliefs selfish, sell me as a product of Satan
Burn one

This is the murder of a nation
Listen to the death rattle, you can feel it shakin'
All the blood runs red for the nation
War stories with old glory's since faded
This is the murder of a nation
Listen to the death rattle, you can feel it shakin'
All the blood runs red for the nation
War stories with old glory's since faded

If the citizens weren't controlled by bullies and lies
Media manipulations, maybe Snowden could survive
Runnin' to Russia, avoidin' patrollin' spies
I'd grant the man amnesty if the choice was mine
We pay to fund the NSA; provide our own demise
Big Brother's a motherfucker we need to immobilize
I believe in isolationism, ever since we globalized
The feds collect revenue from soldiers' stolen lives
So keep servin' the country, you ain't helpin' me none
A bunch of brainwashed victims redeveloped with guns
I appreciate the effort, I don't believe in the cause
Shit, maybe you don't either, but you agreed to the clause
On this fuckin' microphone, I solemnly swear
To express my opinions in public, so repress if you dare
I ain't impressed if you care, it's what I expect from a patriot
Ball harder than Tom Brady and never wince; just take the hit
Haven't we as a nation already suffered enough?
All of our civil liberties keep gettin' fucked up
We're makin' a big deal about legalizin' plants
When there's so many inventions in need of some grants
There's so many politicians knee-deep in them scams
Shit, union bosses are only thugs in suits n' pleated pants
Who am I as a man bred to expect and demand more?
All I have are morals, I'll work until the sweat in my hand's pores
Causes too much friction to keep grindin' this ax
Maybe the answers to the questions lays in the past
I'm brazen and headstrong, I ain't relyin' on tact
And there's no way you sons of bitches are denyin' the facts
That we're slackin' right now and have been ever since we chose Edison
Over Tesla because jingoism's evident in everything we represent

Governments should not have this capacity. But governments will use whatever technology is available to them to combat their primary enemy – which is their own population

This is the murder of a nation
Listen to the death rattle, you can feel it shakin'
All the blood runs red for the nation
War stories with old glory's since faded
This is the murder of a nation
Listen to the death rattle, you can feel it shakin'

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from Fuck Everyone, track released February 1, 2014
Written, Recorded & Produced by: M. Dyer

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Matt Dyer Algonquin, Illinois

Hip-hops' most unknown perfectionist/procrastinator.

Bringing back the essence of the 90's one line at a time, keeping the content 100%.

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