9/8/2005, 6:33 pm
An original rhyme by your resident radical hip-hop artist, Jihad E:
This is a shout-out to Kanye West.
Damn right, I was verklempt,
Proud and impressed
When my man went off the script,
Shootin' straight from the hip
Slappin' his hoes like a bad-ass pimp.
Did you see the look
On Wayne World's face,
When K. West brought up
The issue of Bush and race?
"Yeeaahh Baby!"
As Austin Powers would say.
But I don't think he
Could take the controversé.
Yo people, you know it's time to face it:
Amerika is f*ckin' racist.
No really, I don't need to think twice,
So don't gimme that sh*t
About Condoleezza Rice,
Or those other Uncle Toms
In the Bush administration.
Everyday's like The Birth of a Nation.
Yeah, that's right; it's a muthaf*ckin' fact.
That cowboy Bush just don't like blacks.
He'll ride to the rescue of the Jills & Jacks,
But if your skin ain't lily white,
He'll turn his f*ckin' back.
To all you right-wing fascists
Out there sittin' on your asses:
You need to lay off the shooters;
Revolutionaries ain't "looters".
This is the real deal--a radical insurgency.
You bitches better declare a state of emergency.
Nationwide.
Capitalist pigs cannot hide.
They're finally gonna get
What they deserve:
Rounded up, put in pens,
And then crushed like an herb.
Our People's Brigades
Are hittin' stores on a mission,
Equippin' themselves
With guns, knives, and ammunition.
Man, what a beautiful scene:
Grocery carts filled
With huge plasma screens,
Pairs of brand new sneakers,
And loads and loads of bling.
So keep it up Kanye!
You gotta give 'em hell
When you kick it tonight
For the NFL.
Word to the Muthaland!
This is a shout-out to Kanye West.
Damn right, I was verklempt,
Proud and impressed
When my man went off the script,
Shootin' straight from the hip
Slappin' his hoes like a bad-ass pimp.
Did you see the look
On Wayne World's face,
When K. West brought up
The issue of Bush and race?
"Yeeaahh Baby!"
As Austin Powers would say.
But I don't think he
Could take the controversé.
Yo people, you know it's time to face it:
Amerika is f*ckin' racist.
No really, I don't need to think twice,
So don't gimme that sh*t
About Condoleezza Rice,
Or those other Uncle Toms
In the Bush administration.
Everyday's like The Birth of a Nation.
Yeah, that's right; it's a muthaf*ckin' fact.
That cowboy Bush just don't like blacks.
He'll ride to the rescue of the Jills & Jacks,
But if your skin ain't lily white,
He'll turn his f*ckin' back.
To all you right-wing fascists
Out there sittin' on your asses:
You need to lay off the shooters;
Revolutionaries ain't "looters".
This is the real deal--a radical insurgency.
You bitches better declare a state of emergency.
Nationwide.
Capitalist pigs cannot hide.
They're finally gonna get
What they deserve:
Rounded up, put in pens,
And then crushed like an herb.
Our People's Brigades
Are hittin' stores on a mission,
Equippin' themselves
With guns, knives, and ammunition.
Man, what a beautiful scene:
Grocery carts filled
With huge plasma screens,
Pairs of brand new sneakers,
And loads and loads of bling.
So keep it up Kanye!
You gotta give 'em hell
When you kick it tonight
For the NFL.
Word to the Muthaland!