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Land of Hypocrisy (feat. Xzamon) Lyrics
[Verse 1- DSP[:
It ain't a nation of laws, nah, it's a nation of whores
And where the pimp at? He smackin' the bitch, she down on all fours
Country of cunts, our people runts of the litter
Down Under the underdog under thumps from a wig splitter
A leader like a wife beater and it beating it down
Full smack like crack rock without it makin' a sound
And the pups, they've given up, they've given into
Waiting and hating but in line for the follow-through
Fuck pride
First priority is at the bottom
Careless like Sodom, the hand of man's the hand that really got 'em
Shot 'em, tranquilised, now they believe the lies
The fine line has blurred and turned into a sight, it tricks the eyes
But trample over them, they don't deserve respect, reject it
Laughin' at the land in which they live but still at times revere it
Make ya fucking mind up, ya lookin' like a joke
The rest are laughin' at the words you both spoke
Think it's funny? Yeah, let us all rejoice in the drama
Ya don't believe in Karma but look at Jeffery Dahmer
And Scarver, tell me is it hard put on ya facade-a?
In the Land Of Hypocrisy, I hate him, oh, que pasa!
[Chorus]:
Can’t always find it but always you try to write it
Always trying to fight it
In time you will realise that you’re right
It’s now a mission, you rhyme, it is transmitting
Help climb from your submission and fly free from attrition of mind
Seed of sedition, the times, it feels like fiction
Their eyes call forth the friction, they’re wrong
Now valediction, in sight
Of malediction, end times for their omissions
They despite of their position, take flight and opposition can die
If you try
[Verse 2 - Xzamon]:
Imagine trackin' down the facts with maps and elephants
'Til they put pellets in backs for ya lack of intelligence
Young militia trapped, held captive in the catacombs
They're just stats when blood splatters on their shattered bones
While ya just relax crackin' jokes with ya Maccas cone
Ya not tortured and maimed, brainwashed and made to behave
Ya more more concerned for bein' burnt when ya lay in the shade
Ya not shackled and slaved in a cage for faith you embrace
Land of plagues where the kids play and die from AIDS
Corrupted evil covenant conducting lethal consequence
Abductions in the conflicts, battles in our consciousness
Got no confidence in officers who confiscated documents
Who manipulates the populace, mutilates the hostages
No profit in ya grudgin' and judgin' a body's melanin
Caught up in the crosshairs oblivious to Hell he's in
They train troops for killin' 'em, settin' fires 'n' pillagin'
Saved from the car bomb, hands of Holy Seraphim
Packages of blood money passed in dark passages
Vanishes like amateurs in minefield analysis
Savages hackin' cadavers where the famine is
Bullets from carbines split spines for farm cannabis
Ya lost like backpackers in African jungles hazardous
Lost like backpackers in African jungles hazardous
Lost like backpackers in African jungles hazardous
[Chorus]:
Can’t always find it but always you try to write it
Always trying to fight it
In time you will realise that you’re right
It’s now a mission, you rhyme, it is transmitting
Help climb from your submission and fly free from attrition of mind
Seed of sedition, the times, it feels like fiction
Their eyes call forth the friction, they’re wrong
Now valediction, in sight
Of malediction, end times for their omissions
They despite of their position, take flight and opposition can die
If you try
[Verse 3 - DSP]:
Fuck a bluey, board shorts, flip flops and a Southern Cross tattoo
Yeah I'm Aussie but not True Blue
Patriotic to my personal space and that's about it
To Hell with us, yeah, I'ma shout it
Multi-Cultural, Chinese, Greek, Indian, Japanese
Well, where's mine? Don't say it's at the beach
In the barbecue, AFL, cricket or Rove
'Cos I hate the summer and McManus is a no-show
But don't get it twisted, I'm glad I'm in this land
But ain't dissin' the man
Ya want a better job, get on the stand
Preach ya bullshit and I'll give it a listen
And I'll give it a dissin' 'cos you ain't even know the mission
Say I'm on a rant, well, granted, it may be true
And I know nothin' of politics but what about you?
You scream "Fuck Howard", you scream "Fuck Rudd"
They fuck the indigenous, the poor, and soldiers in cold blood
But what ya doing? Bitchin', oh, what a change
Cursing at the television 'cos they put up interest rates
I'm the first to admit we live in a fucked system
And I made a choice to voice ya had a choice and only dissed 'em
So, stop bitchin', I'm achin' to grab at throats
Fuck the ballot box off this year, get up to take a vote
I'll write a 1,2,3... the first in for the Greens
'Cos I give a shit-less, I ain't tickin' to be impressed
I'm just there to ink the page so I don't have to give 'em cash
And just here to ink the page so I don't feel I have to bash
It's just the way I see it, not lookin' to start a fight
And if ya pissy with me then it's all good because it means I'm right
And this ain't egotistical this fact is nearly Biblical
The fact is hard to kill, ya diatribe's effect is minimal
The images we envision of life without the bitches spittin'
Fiction is fiction unless ya take your position
[Chorus]:
Can’t always find it but always you try to write it
Always trying to fight it
In time you will realise that you’re right
It’s now a mission, you rhyme, it is transmitting
Help climb from your submission and fly free from attrition of mind
Seed of sedition, the times, it feels like fiction
Their eyes call forth the friction, they’re wrong
Now valediction, in sight
Of malediction, end times for their omissions
They despite of their position, take flight and opposition can die
If you try
Can’t always find it but always you try to write it
Always trying to fight it
In time you will realise that you’re right
It’s now a mission, you rhyme, it is transmitting
Help climb from your submission and fly free from attrition of mind
Seed of sedition, the times, it feels like fiction
Their eyes call forth the friction, they’re wrong
Now valediction, in sight
Of malediction, end times for their omissions
They despite of their position, take flight and opposition can die
If you try
It ain't a nation of laws, nah, it's a nation of whores
And where the pimp at? He smackin' the bitch, she down on all fours
Country of cunts, our people runts of the litter
Down Under the underdog under thumps from a wig splitter
A leader like a wife beater and it beating it down
Full smack like crack rock without it makin' a sound
And the pups, they've given up, they've given into
Waiting and hating but in line for the follow-through
Fuck pride
First priority is at the bottom
Careless like Sodom, the hand of man's the hand that really got 'em
Shot 'em, tranquilised, now they believe the lies
The fine line has blurred and turned into a sight, it tricks the eyes
But trample over them, they don't deserve respect, reject it
Laughin' at the land in which they live but still at times revere it
Make ya fucking mind up, ya lookin' like a joke
The rest are laughin' at the words you both spoke
Think it's funny? Yeah, let us all rejoice in the drama
Ya don't believe in Karma but look at Jeffery Dahmer
And Scarver, tell me is it hard put on ya facade-a?
In the Land Of Hypocrisy, I hate him, oh, que pasa!
Can’t always find it but always you try to write it
Always trying to fight it
In time you will realise that you’re right
It’s now a mission, you rhyme, it is transmitting
Help climb from your submission and fly free from attrition of mind
Seed of sedition, the times, it feels like fiction
Their eyes call forth the friction, they’re wrong
Now valediction, in sight
Of malediction, end times for their omissions
They despite of their position, take flight and opposition can die
If you try
Imagine trackin' down the facts with maps and elephants
'Til they put pellets in backs for ya lack of intelligence
Young militia trapped, held captive in the catacombs
They're just stats when blood splatters on their shattered bones
While ya just relax crackin' jokes with ya Maccas cone
Ya not tortured and maimed, brainwashed and made to behave
Ya more more concerned for bein' burnt when ya lay in the shade
Ya not shackled and slaved in a cage for faith you embrace
Land of plagues where the kids play and die from AIDS
Corrupted evil covenant conducting lethal consequence
Abductions in the conflicts, battles in our consciousness
Got no confidence in officers who confiscated documents
Who manipulates the populace, mutilates the hostages
No profit in ya grudgin' and judgin' a body's melanin
Caught up in the crosshairs oblivious to Hell he's in
They train troops for killin' 'em, settin' fires 'n' pillagin'
Saved from the car bomb, hands of Holy Seraphim
Packages of blood money passed in dark passages
Vanishes like amateurs in minefield analysis
Savages hackin' cadavers where the famine is
Bullets from carbines split spines for farm cannabis
Ya lost like backpackers in African jungles hazardous
Lost like backpackers in African jungles hazardous
Lost like backpackers in African jungles hazardous
Can’t always find it but always you try to write it
Always trying to fight it
In time you will realise that you’re right
It’s now a mission, you rhyme, it is transmitting
Help climb from your submission and fly free from attrition of mind
Seed of sedition, the times, it feels like fiction
Their eyes call forth the friction, they’re wrong
Now valediction, in sight
Of malediction, end times for their omissions
They despite of their position, take flight and opposition can die
If you try
Fuck a bluey, board shorts, flip flops and a Southern Cross tattoo
Yeah I'm Aussie but not True Blue
Patriotic to my personal space and that's about it
To Hell with us, yeah, I'ma shout it
Multi-Cultural, Chinese, Greek, Indian, Japanese
Well, where's mine? Don't say it's at the beach
In the barbecue, AFL, cricket or Rove
'Cos I hate the summer and McManus is a no-show
But don't get it twisted, I'm glad I'm in this land
But ain't dissin' the man
Ya want a better job, get on the stand
Preach ya bullshit and I'll give it a listen
And I'll give it a dissin' 'cos you ain't even know the mission
Say I'm on a rant, well, granted, it may be true
And I know nothin' of politics but what about you?
You scream "Fuck Howard", you scream "Fuck Rudd"
They fuck the indigenous, the poor, and soldiers in cold blood
But what ya doing? Bitchin', oh, what a change
Cursing at the television 'cos they put up interest rates
I'm the first to admit we live in a fucked system
And I made a choice to voice ya had a choice and only dissed 'em
So, stop bitchin', I'm achin' to grab at throats
Fuck the ballot box off this year, get up to take a vote
I'll write a 1,2,3... the first in for the Greens
'Cos I give a shit-less, I ain't tickin' to be impressed
I'm just there to ink the page so I don't have to give 'em cash
And just here to ink the page so I don't feel I have to bash
It's just the way I see it, not lookin' to start a fight
And if ya pissy with me then it's all good because it means I'm right
And this ain't egotistical this fact is nearly Biblical
The fact is hard to kill, ya diatribe's effect is minimal
The images we envision of life without the bitches spittin'
Fiction is fiction unless ya take your position
Can’t always find it but always you try to write it
Always trying to fight it
In time you will realise that you’re right
It’s now a mission, you rhyme, it is transmitting
Help climb from your submission and fly free from attrition of mind
Seed of sedition, the times, it feels like fiction
Their eyes call forth the friction, they’re wrong
Now valediction, in sight
Of malediction, end times for their omissions
They despite of their position, take flight and opposition can die
If you try
Can’t always find it but always you try to write it
Always trying to fight it
In time you will realise that you’re right
It’s now a mission, you rhyme, it is transmitting
Help climb from your submission and fly free from attrition of mind
Seed of sedition, the times, it feels like fiction
Their eyes call forth the friction, they’re wrong
Now valediction, in sight
Of malediction, end times for their omissions
They despite of their position, take flight and opposition can die
If you try
Song Info
Submitted by
darksidepoet On Apr 14, 2022
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