Social Waste

They say we are anarchos
They say we are commies
Rumors say we are antiauthoritarian
and the fascists want to turn us to soap
The say we lack flow
They say and say
That our lyrics torture them they say, say, say, say
They say we don’t do rap
They say we lack style
They say our lowbap past is to blame
and the years back then in freestyle
They say we are just a trend
The say we lack skills
20 years and they still say.. Let them say, say, say

They say we lack flow and I’m here to teach them a lesson
I want you to get what I’m saying and cuss at me if you want as a person
And off we go, the curtain goes up- hold it the show starts
You know flow isn’t enough- neither the style and the skills. Are you articulate?
This is a game and if you wanna play, play with some words that you will have chosen
And if you want to alter the rules, look for some more and if you can’t find some then invent them
We are untoward, and let them say, we don’t do beef, diss and all this shit
We don’t dream of fur coats nor ferraris, you have turned rap into a circus dammit
With girls we are not macho, enough with the mother fuckers
Who have brought rap to the effete music halls, the tv personas from the morning shows
With fur coats and rings and all this bling
Who think and talk the same way, according to the dominant norms
The caricatures in this stage, the little stars and tv attention whores
In this kingdom of the super asshole who watches SKAI and all I despise
Him who votes for the son and the daughter of such and such,
enslaved people, voters hoarded like sheep
who dream about laurels and glory, big Greeces and Macedonia

They say we are anarchos
They say we are commies
Rumors say we are antiauthoritarian
and the fascists want to turn us to soap
The say we lack flow
They say and say
That our lyrics torture them they say, say, say, say
They say we don’t do rap
They say we lack style
They say our lowbap past is to blame
and the years back then in freestyle
They say we are just a trend
The say we lack skills
20 years and they still say.. Let them say, say, say

They say we don’t have samples, they say we do artsy music
All the guys in the van, all these instruments.. There is no room
They call our lyrics hard- you have to check them on Wikipedia
Where is this city? Who is this man? I don’t know him he’s not
in the media.
They say we are good but we perform in a live stage
Self-organization and paying the ticket, maybe these two don’t
go hand in hand?
They say and say “these guys write political songs”
Hold it man, when the pen reaches the paper, it always picks a side

They always look for excuses and for mistakes to ascribe
That we chase the money and don’t support the struggles and movements
They sound like empty jawings, words without meaning
But we keep walking our path against the systems
Full of emotions and political messages
And we will always support struggles
And hope that ideas will keep growing
And the world will change with this

We thrive, we come into the world and we always support
The diversity and all who carry it on their shoulders
Words that sound like barking dogs
And threats coming from those who support the right
They don’t scare us, they don’t bend us
They say, they only say..