All The Soldiers feat. okanomodé

by Spekulation

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released 25 February 2013
Written by Spekulation & okanomodé
Strings arranged and composed by Nate Omdal
bass: Nate Omdal
piano: Jose Gonzales
turntables: absoluteMadman
violin: Alex Guy & Alina To
viola: Brianna Atwell
cello: Maria Scherer Wilson
percussion: Lalo Bello


mastered by Barry Corliss at MasterWorks

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Track Name: All The Soldiers feat. okanomodé
LYRICS-

As the blunt ash collapses, i hop in the booth,
spit that understandable true shit,
go 'head move with.
Police schemes don't value life they don't act right,
brutality's a tactic, harrass and don't ask twice.
Remnants of a past life, grasp tight to power
but if this is our last righteous hour,
it's either fill the bottle with gas, light the towel,
or grab my pen and a pad and in a manic fright just howl.
I was never taught to settle, brought up a rebel,
a devil on several levels I revel in heavy rhetoric.
But when a growing percent of debtors are fed up
you better get ready cause it's the end of your set of benefits.
Too many lists kept, murders labeled missteps,
to even figure out how we all could fall to this depth.
I've been putting it in songs for too long,
but don't wanna exercise my right to do something wrong.

[chorus]

has no one read the signs?
another screaming siren
this clock ain't keepin time
pearls fallin before swine
another siren cries
these hands ain't keepin time
pearls fallin before swine
all the soldiers are dyin

A middle-aged father of two caught two strays,
waiting at a red light up on MLK.
It was in the headlines for maybe a day,
and I'm not even sure that it made the front page.
Young man on a rampage, shoots up a cafe,
escapes on a city bus, what the f*ck does that say?
Our public persona is homicide,
and law and order's a priority only when it's dramatized.
When the police need the people, and the people need policing,
but the people fear the people in the precint,
we need to rethink this whole thing.
Cheers, here's to hoping.
Second amendment, perpetually feel threatened,
anonymity's key, let 'em carry concealed weapons,
to manifest an unchecked aggression.
In the name of public safety, we praise smith 'n wessun.

[chorus]

So be afraid of the batons, be afraid of the rocks,
be afraid of the badge, and the kids on the block.
Be afraid of every sermon and urban legend you've ever heard.
Be afraid of every word you never learned.
Be afraid of your neighbor...no, he wouldn't, would he?
Be afraid of the headlights, be afraid of the hoodie.
Be afraid of the dark skin, be afraid of the quiet kid,
Stay so afraid of dying that you don't even try to live.
I'm a product of my enviroment, and my environment just up and rioted.
Fired, and no one's hiring, finally turnin' violent,
like David, if Goliath was an iron leviathan.
We're mired in Ireland, Italy and the Middle East.
Even the streets of Greece see little peace.
And in our own home, we rarely see justice.
Enough is enough, it's busted, f*ck this.

[chorus x2]

profile
pig raid
baton crack
cracked rib
hands up
spread legs
don't speak
your voice has no currency here
don't speak
being neighborly has no currency here
we write these checks
we make these laws
we good ol boys & by golly we gon' protect what's OURS

second amendement
or second hand smoke up my ass?
not a puppet, i'm human & a hand's up my ass
but this is not mutual masturbation, i have not been goosed with my consent

go head
exercise your rights to bear arms & i'll drop bombs to exorcise your demons
cause if guerilla's gets'ta pullin triggas
we can all get up on pain & suffering
these scales imbalanced will surely bring the chickens home to roost

if fallen innocents are the question...? then i'm the answer muthafucka
brotha outsider & brotha grim reaper i've come to collect
supremacist teeth marks on my neck
a hood rat with rabies

concealed weapon or non existent humanity
protection of property or vigilante
u want me to give a fuck about u, then u better give a fuck about me

another glock
goes off
on block
tick tock
heart stopped.
Track Name: All The Soldiers feat. okanomodé (Radio Edit)
LYRICS-

As the blunt ash collapses, i hop in the booth,
spit that understandable true shit,
go 'head move with.
Police schemes don't value life they don't act right,
brutality's a tactic, harrass and don't ask twice.
Remnants of a past life, grasp tight to power
but if this is our last righteous hour,
it's either fill the bottle with gas, light the towel,
or grab my pen and a pad and in a manic fright just howl.
I was never taught to settle, brought up a rebel,
a devil on several levels I revel in heavy rhetoric.
But when a growing percent of debtors are fed up
you better get ready cause it's the end of your set of benefits.
Too many lists kept, murders labeled missteps,
to even figure out how we all could fall to this depth.
I've been putting it in songs for too long,
but don't wanna exercise my right to do something wrong.

[chorus]

has no one read the signs?
another screaming siren
this clock ain't keepin time
pearls fallin before swine
another siren cries
these hands ain't keepin time
pearls fallin before swine
all the soldiers are dyin

A middle-aged father of two caught two strays,
waiting at a red light up on MLK.
It was in the headlines for maybe a day,
and I'm not even sure that it made the front page.
Young man on a rampage, shoots up a cafe,
escapes on a city bus, what the f*ck does that say?
Our public persona is homicide,
and law and order's a priority only when it's dramatized.
When the police need the people, and the people need policing,
but the people fear the people in the precint,
we need to rethink this whole thing.
Cheers, here's to hoping.
Second amendment, perpetually feel threatened,
anonymity's key, let 'em carry concealed weapons,
to manifest an unchecked aggression.
In the name of public safety, we praise smith 'n wessun.

[chorus]

So be afraid of the batons, be afraid of the rocks,
be afraid of the badge, and the kids on the block.
Be afraid of every sermon and urban legend you've ever heard.
Be afraid of every word you never learned.
Be afraid of your neighbor...no, he wouldn't, would he?
Be afraid of the headlights, be afraid of the hoodie.
Be afraid of the dark skin, be afraid of the quiet kid,
Stay so afraid of dying that you don't even try to live.
I'm a product of my enviroment, and my environment just up and rioted.
Fired, and no one's hiring, finally turnin' violent,
like David, if Goliath was an iron leviathan.
We're mired in Ireland, Italy and the Middle East.
Even the streets of Greece see little peace.
And in our own home, we rarely see justice.
Enough is enough, it's busted, f*ck this.

[chorus x2]

profile
pig raid
baton crack
cracked rib
hands up
spread legs
don't speak
your voice has no currency here
don't speak
being neighborly has no currency here
we write these checks
we make these laws
we good ol boys & by golly we gon' protect what's OURS

second amendement
or second hand smoke up my ass?
not a puppet, i'm human & a hand's up my ass
but this is not mutual masturbation, i have not been goosed with my consent

go head
exercise your rights to bear arms & i'll drop bombs to exorcise your demons
cause if guerilla's gets'ta pullin triggas
we can all get up on pain & suffering
these scales imbalanced will surely bring the chickens home to roost

if fallen innocents are the question...? then i'm the answer muthafucka
brotha outsider & brotha grim reaper i've come to collect
supremacist teeth marks on my neck
a hood rat with rabies

concealed weapon or non existent humanity
protection of property or vigilante
u want me to give a fuck about u, then u better give a fuck about me

another glock
goes off
on block
tick tock
heart stopped.