DESCRIPTION:
gangster rap by a drunk-chip-munk-loving-punk about the complexities (or lack thereof) of insurrectionist anarchism.

lyrix
don't like mainstream hip hop
wanna kill cops
shoot the fat cats at the top
won't ever reach for a pocket of cash
i can get my next meal from the trash
it always feels like defeat
walking down queen st
under the finger and thumb of the elite
won't drive a car i'll ride a bike
cause burning fossil fuels that ain't neo-Nazi body fat..... just ain't right
you call it drunk punk intellect
but i call it mad props and respect
for mah brothers and sisters of the world
who hold this shit down and make it twirl
i don't have time to hate
the sheep for the state
i'm just here to abate
your capitalist system
kill the fed like INDIANA JONES ON A MISSION
anarchist, AOG
anarchist original gangsta!