TZU - The Horse You Rode In On lyrics

SeedMC verse 1 I'll give you one chance to answer (answer) These rhymes don't seem to match up (match up) You'd better go and call for backup (backup!) Cause this sh**'s gonna publicly crash your systems and isms and formulaic flows Every day it goes to try and get votes but don't know the correct tactics You think you're immaculate In fact you think yourself apt at it but you're just crap at it You're inaccurate, hotheaded like a Capulet wa*ker Check my slant on it, give me a beat and I'll dance on it while you act robotic Just another puppet Now I'm no prophet, but the rhymes you vomit Are the uranium deposits and the genocides you closet Old growth forests, first you go and log it Then you get your planes and with napalm you bomb it And in the meantime take an indigenous culture and rob it Now as a citizen, I've asked you to stop it But you haven't so now I grab this vocal and just co*k it So draw your weapons (woop) Too late there we go I send you back with my raps banging in your stereos f** you And your long list of isms You, and the holes you put pigins Me, and my own inhibitions And f** you and you and in addition You and your patriotism You and your religionisms You and your criticisms And if you don't like it then don't f**ing listen Joelistics verse 2 f** you and that horse you rode in on That high horse you get on from bullsh** you where fed on This rap is the kick back from toes you tread on The people that you pick on What? Because there different from you? Check you attitudes those narrow views are bound to be the d**h of you Swing back at you and hit you up black and blue And we'd all been better off if you'd been born mute You step up to talk and you start to go on It's question time, listen I've got my suspicions Ignorance plagues up this planet that we live on You might think this song is about rappers, you're wrong It's about people who use power to trip on My aim is dead on from my room with a view It's too true we all have some flaws to admit to So f** it, guess what, this rap is about me I'd rap this sonnet in the senate if I could If I thought for a second it would do any good Well take a look, take a walk, read a book Let's burn down the parliament and watch the flag cook I'm using bogon and I'll take on all comers You s**ist, racist, h*mophobic f**ers The dull, the dumb, the dirty and the dumber My friend from overseas said this countries got the dumbest Pull back the covers, read the newspapers Listen to talk back radio, watch Neighbours Talk to a politician or to a cop Talk to Pauline in her fish and chip shop I'm proud I'm Australian, whatever that means Probably bad dreams if you're a refugee I love our sunburnt country, I love it a lot It's just a pity about all the redneck f**s! f** you And your long list of isms You, and the holes you put pigins Me, and my own inhibitions And f** you and you and in addition You and your patriotism You and your religionisms You and your criticisms And if you don't like it then don't f**ing listen