Common Market - Red Leaves lyrics

(Verse 1: Ra Scion) Hear that? They speakin' through me when the channel is clear N' we got so much to tell you that you can not bare For security, I word it in proverbial form When just a glimmer turned disturbed about a third of your dorm What they pawnin' for accelerants to excellence Will be a lesson in free trade. Let em eat cake for breakfast It's better we put a bullet in the press and shoot the messenger To send one back, in defense of the attack Second chapter drafted by the masterful son For those with hatchets and guns, askin' “what has to be done?” What you become through the process is seminal to The progress of the policy we institute As it's told, the goal is nothin' but a milestone Soon as we annihilate the thrown, we gon' bring the rank n' file home What's sewn now flower when the child's grown. Presently dial-tone connect Let it be known, you not alone (Chorus) Silent brigade play the fan fare You mountin' up or you gon' stand there? Saddle in n' tie it tight Fighters of the right are ridin' tonight Inner circle join the outfit Opposition gettin' ousted Darkness ain't gon' hide you from light Fighters of the right are ridin' tonight (Verse 2: Ra Scion) Facin' condemnation ipso-facto It is no glasnost, the river of cash flows Damned to churn turbines, can't discern a word I'm so deaf, and left with my insight to survive Born are we defective or perfection in flesh? I may debate {that} your human nature Is the product of the place of your rest Not to suggest we ground in fallibility But tread upon it when steppin' inside impalpability My shadow fill me up with fear, cup shallow Make it easy on em, deepenin' more often now to see the bottom I solemnly swear to god I'm wallowin' in mire Consequent to my desire, fully competent to rectify a Misstep. Rip a stitch in your fishnet The mutinous move in this, who the midshipmen of kismet Land ho! A dead jam restriction on my vocab Photographed pose slow the rolls of the nomads My militarism menace imperialism, we give a minute to k** em Millin' about without a mission. Listen Argue and quibble, the archetypical cure's yours Heart in you brittle, the arc in the sickle bores forth You pen a bill, n' you better get familiar Really though what they spent on that fence around the basilica's Senseless. Indigenous citizens stripped of privilege His imminent demise, immigrants arise (Chorus) (Verse 3: Ra Scion) The truest opportunists thrive in the maelstrom And peddle logic of pedagogues, theodicy failed em The grant of a planned economy with stars in them eyes Behind the bars laws to keep the prophet marginalized The market supply's entirely outta sync with the demand The cost/price an*lysis invalid and banned Establish a brand, slap a tag of filth in the inseam Power to the plant, stream filter the benzine Chuck call it hustlin' culture, brother spoke to the Frustrated folkers, they focused. Now they're phonin' their brokers How the go from the brokest to the dopest, lotus whip is So the sh**. “Don't trip, you can chauffer this.” And when it stop, what you got to show for this? Silver go to Tonto with all the other the other metals in the console Mobbin' on the comptroller, holdin' my thang If it's over we goin' out wit' a bang boy! (Chorus)