Mud Sun - Louder lyrics

All the way from UK without an ID number To flip syntax with the impact of a funk drummer Spin back the revolution I hunt the hunter From the slums of London To where winter becomes summer An old liberator is neo-nazi I am not too happy To watch Mugabe Drainin' the coins in the peoples pockets Breakin' the pavement for a poxy prophet The stink's so heavy in the heart of where the bosses rot And it spreads over the globe and the world watches Democratic murder Bullets pepper ballot boxes Single party politics Are filing off his blocks It's reminiscent of the television horror The demolition of a country for a quick dollar Politician men are sipping from the city's coffers No amount of rhetoric can hide their dishonor But this globe trotter's not afraid To blow the xenophobe off it's Office with a phrase So call me the prose bomber The grenade pin puller Show stopper Got to chase the co*k away Raise your flame Stake your claim Say your name out Louder! Louder! Louder! Louder! If you're in the crowd Stick your fists out Get Loud Louder! Louder! Louder! Louder! I've got these southern neighbors who've been causing problems lately They got people locked in cages on their property It's crazy Guantanamo Bay is basically a concentration camp Where the inmates are trapped in cages by the patriot act They're trying to get some information fast but it's unreliable And where the hell did a man's right to trial go? There's no defenses when your file is closed behind those green fences And there's no reason to even mention the Geneva Convention 'Cause your special cla**ification doesn't seem to be listed as a need of protection So they can keep you in prison With chains on your feet And squeeze you into a fetal position Until they're finished with their whole Middle Eastern freedom mission If this doesn't breach the constitution then it needs revision But it's practically tradition Witch hunts, Macarthyism And abuse of power Their lives are whispers But they might start to listen if the truth is louder Raise your flame Stake your claim Say your name out Louder! Louder! Louder! Louder! If you're in the crowd Stick your fists out Get Loud Louder! Louder! Louder! Louder! How about this then Mr. President? The bubble that you're livin' in is about to blow like glycerin And you tried to tie my hands But I unfettered them Blow the light Hook the lineup I'm layin' down the evidence Yeah it's Mud Sun lyrical Gad Flies two voices of dissent Exposing mad lies left and right unmasking poisonous men We live in a gap full of landmines where most political stories are spinned But the louder we speak truth to power the sooner this bullsh** is going to end Raise your flame Stake your claim Say your name out Louder! Louder! Louder! Louder! If you're in the crowd Stick your fists out Get Loud Louder! Louder! Louder! Louder!