Watkin Tudor Jones - Black Labour lyrics

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Watkin Tudor Jones - Black Labour lyrics

So, Waddy Jones You have finally realized that evil will always triumph over good Because good, is, dumb! Hey oukie, tss- Ahem Ok, yo what, yo, can I, must I, can I start? Uh, kick it, dissapear! Thanks Rach! (ok) uhh The facts deposed in this rhyme Are within my personal knowledge Are not true and correct Savor the context still in case And then all within our personal knoweldge In which event they are to the best of my belief True and correct Ahem, microphone check Check! Multiple choice, A B or C Mark with an X, use a black pen A: Do what they say, 9 to 5 to survive Don't think about stuff too much, be a robot B: Moan and groan 'bout how messed up everything is Mr. no-action-having-trap-flapping blah blah blah blah! Or like, C: listen to me carefully Come young one, I will show you how to k** a giant Chorus: Black labor, they built their empire on black labor Buy now, pay later, big corporations want no slave labor (x2) Grab hold the mic tight, pump up my fists Watch on tv, rainbow nation went pop getting pissed Marketing machine brand my mental prison Working cla** escape mechanism Real man work hard every day live life come home drink beer shout at kids hit wife They'll leave a portal open Watch me become a weapon Random-ologist represent freedom of expression I am the poison inside this super cube all the insects flock to Creature of the night on the mic, do what I like 'coz I like very much what I do (thank you) Chorus: Black labor, they built their empire on black labor Buy now, pay later, big corporations want no slave labor (x2) Sibot! (Simon Sibot Ringrose) We make joke, you come with legal intervention And in turn we bring what you represent to everyone attention Then dissapear (bye bye) And reappear somewhere else Lone hit-man for hire With his head in the fire Getting involved Follow the leaders With their heads in their holes No looking in the castle Peasants head on their poles I speak to the people Kick poems irrelevant Make you wanna go: 'Waddy Jones for President' Corporate giants, can't f** with the link between our art and our clients Mr. Thousand Face freak parental units like Pied Piper lifestyle By taking out these schmucks stuck in slow mo Disposable product with no f**in' logo Chorus: Black labor, they built their empire on black labor Buy now, pay later, big corporations want no slave labor (x2) MK Ultra! Decapitation, reanimation, entire lifetime within one day Whole bunch of necessary stuff can't wait Touch architects brought much darker tech Ghosts speak through (neeka) needa heavenly enemy can't penetrate life energy Lose tipper up myself so what? (??) No cut no bruise no learn nothing!