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Word to Cin-dee

Jihad E
One, Two, Three…

Yeah, that's right muthafukkaz
It's Jihad E,
I'm your minister
Of college-angst anarchy.
Beautifully defiant;
On the verge of a Marxist riot.
Smokin' a sweet blend
In the Ameikkkan slave-pen.

I'm riddin' shotgun
In the bus of Cindy She.
The pedal's to the metal,
We're approachin' your city.
Ya know, this tour is a bigger
Than Mork & freakin' Mindy.
"Nanu Nanu,"
As Robin Williams said
With a load of coke
Up in his alien head.

No snow here,
But plenty of "kind".
So sit back, hit the hookah
And let your mind unwind,
To the dulcet sounds
Of Jihad E
As I deliver a rhyme
About love and peace.

Are you kiddin' me, man:
"F*ck the Po-lease!"
Brownshirts clampin' down
On Cindy's freedom of speech.

We came to DC
For the Worker's World Party.
No no, don't get me started.
F*ck it, I'm already on a rant
Against the war machine
And our cracker prezident.
A lying liar, a real pretenda;
What's up...
With his fascist agenda!
And don't forget Cheney--
Insane in the membraney!

We got signs; we got chants.
We got mad media play.
We got chicks in baggy pants
Who'd give it up to Uday.


E is out.

Word to the Muthaland!

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hmmm...this works with the music from the Beastie Boys "So Whatcha Want?" .

Truly you need to be the People's Poet Laureate.

Jihad E
Private Pravda wrote:...the People's Poet Laureate.

F'shizzle! I like the sound of that. You one dope comrade, Pravda.



Jihad E
Kommissar Betty wrote:S'up

Ya know: Just keepin' it real, KB!


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S'up
...just watchin the game, havin a Bud...

Yo pimpin' ain't fo amateurs sucka - Jihad E is da pimpinest daddy in da lefts crib, he know how ta busta rhyme. Peaceout.

Jihad E
Nathan Ilyitch Haleski wrote:Jihad E is da pimpinest daddy in da lefts crib...

You ain't trippin' neither, Helsinki (that's your hip-hip name). You must be a playa, too. Gotta bounce, G.

"E" is out, like stale trout!

Hey E -Pass the Courvoisier - Don't that sh*t make a nigg* wanna jump!

Hey - uh, heh, seriously, for the record my above post is an actual song title and lyrics from a "Busta Rhymes" song. No ill will intended to our brown comrades. Jihad E surely knows this, but I won't even mistakenly be branded racist. Peace Out Brothas.


Kommissar Betty wrote:Wierd stuff....
Yeah, maybe the ebonics is counter-revolutionary in nature. Red Square should probably purge this thread altogether. When I start becoming my own thought police, then it becomes a little sad. Glory to the People!


 
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