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Mezzafettamobbstas
05:52
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Mezzafettamobbstas mezzafettamobbstas
If in dollars them are trusted than in heart them are busted
Mezzaluna sotto mare andiamo a campare
Half-fetta mobbstas they've got the talk but barely walk
We've arrived to dissolve your bones
In a grave over the bridge below a field of grapes upstate
Where welshers and stool pigeons are set down to lay
These songs kills electronica and shitty-rock reggae
It's all the same we’re watching and mumbling
Or are we growling?
In this gritty nitty city overflowed with halfwitty citizen
Never practice zen rather sit in a den of thieves
Artists maladjusted in dollars are they trusted
Hearts ultimately busted wide open
Whatever power they possessed now leaking
Their songs a desperate cry for understanding
All the while i’m in standby laughing watching and mumbling
Or are we growling?
We are the free ones we’re living as we want
When we’re dead as nails don’t pull down our sails
Because what we’ve done while not for everyone
Is true human spirit that can never be undone
As long as i hold fast against the rising tide of this fucking lie
We will never die we will never die
If in dollars them are trusted than in heart them ultimately busted
Fullfettamobbstas thats what I am
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Cochambamba water capitol of Bolivia
Aguas de Tunari Italian mambo dynasty
Come dance now in the floods of follia
In the waters of life is the evolution of me
Crack open a hydrant there's a party in the streets
I don't want you rights like i don't want your police
My mother our earth is hurting silent tears she cries
The literal and figurative well’s not empty yet but it's looking dry
Fuggedabout your rights ignite your life
Mni wiconi under my feet
Sacred water of my Momma run thru bad mans streets
I let no privateers put an end to my fun
Them too join in my evolution
Would if they knew it be good for them — and me and you
100 monkeys gathered i can feel the tipping point comin on soon
Look inside see that light within?
You don't need no ringleader to tell ya that you're free every single moment of your time
Forget your rights ignite your life
Con ruido de león hoy to digo ya basta
Hoy abro mis alas de condor y retomo mi libertas
Hoy como nunca me despierto de la pesadilla
y abandono las cuerdas
Esas cuerdas que me atan
Chaymi chay runa
Imarayku qollqeqa ñawpaqta kawsanchismanta?
Manam munanichu
Paqariypaq kawsayniyki, khunan ruwasqayki
(Such is man
Why place money before life?
This is not what I want
The cause of your future will be your present)
International styling unification is the key
El underground hoy se levanta para gritar ya basta
Grande es su maquina y su gente nos aplasta
Nuestro sacrificio siempre les llena la panza
Y no descansa la esperanza en que algún día
Reine el equilibrio y acabar con ese delirio
De diferencia de razas superioridades o de cualquier dominio
Llenemos de cualidades
Pensemos con ingenio
Hagamos hermandades
Sin imponer imperio
Love and respect for each and everyone
Kuyayky & Askultura coming rougher as one
United we stand to mother earth we belong
No more policeman no more machine gun
Big brother attacking imposing his oppression
Wants to drill our land to make a water corporation
Raids, depression, upbringing deportation
Embracing the underground is the only solution
Nothing belongs to us in governments we do not trust
The water it finds rust our bodies they find the dust
We want nothing to do with this no anarcho-communists
No liberation-theory marxists nor happy capitalists
In the western hemisphere can we live without interfere
From european politricks and religions of the hypocrites?
Turtle island time to rise up maka'takiya pachamamma,
Nothing belongs to us it’s in the water that I trust
El pueblo unido jamas será vencido
Un pueblo cosiente nunca mas será asiente
It's in water that I trust
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Older Sister
04:45
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When we were little boys we used to sing and play
Desire married me to a troubled rebel way
Then older say: you live your own way
Punk rock or die, there is no try, come on fuck your life is nice
I'll smoke you out tonight
Remind you you're alright
The older sister I never had
In place of dreads she's got straight hair
My bros and I we struck gold
The baddest bitch we got to know
I sent you out into the fold
to learn this life all on your own
Wheels and trucks above grip? Your upside down!
That was my tag strip! In their part of town.
Did I knock you down in the pit? Yeah you did!
Coppin drinks from older girls?! Thanks for the tip!
Kid, I haven't got much more to say
I was torn away, sent away, I went away
I'm your older sister to this very day
Without you I would have never found this way
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Raise The Bar
03:59
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Hard it is to train the mind
Which goes where it wants and does as it pleases
More than your mother and more than your father
More than all your family
A well-disciplined mind does the greatest good
Can I get some freedom for Leonard Peltier?
Mind Warriors presente!
Someone say we came down from the trees
On the plains hunting, gathering
Then modern man pushed the old ways off the land…
And the Lord God of what is truly Right and Just
Sends us forth to destroy what greed has rot
To feast on the flesh of the rich
To consume their black hearts
And reign down on them horror
As their atrocities have scarred the world
And our brothers and sisters who breathe the same air
…To make way for supposed prosperity
And soon enough there were villages and towns and cities
All the forests are state-protected penitentiaries
Great men sailed the seas, the OG homies
Were beat with guns and steel and disease
And laid to rest on the stacks in the libraries
Where scientists build navies to test a nuclear breeze
That gently blows through the leaves of the very same trees
From which the say sprung forth this humanity
Raise the bar
Raise ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bar
Raise the bar
Raise the bar
But I can’t say that I’ve got the way
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Glass Unicorns
03:57
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I want to run around the universe
Breaking glass unicorns
Make me a tasmanian devil won’t you
Put me in between those horns?
Give me the power of a Zeus and I’ll
Blow a mudhole in your pooper
I want to be terribly honest with all the hug-me types
All the be-nice types
Let them know how awful and lazy and that stupid look in their eye
That hazy flaw
I’m a shaft of light popping into your darkroom
Nice zoom fuck your picture fool
They might have a problem my disruptive tendencies
But I’ve got quantum physicists telling me that I’m solid as shit
I’m a damp rag
A tesla volt wrapped around your head
I’m your well-set Christmas table
Built with only three legs
I’m a fucking beast of a beer brewed with choice hops
And ranked in at only zero percent
I’m a broken dream, backed up urine stream
A theory built of strings
I’m a pillow with no fluff
Homer without Duff
I wanna be the soundtrack you don’t wanna hear
It don’t matter, it’s what you’ve got to hear
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ASKULTURA Miami, Florida
Askultura, est 2010
We write, record, rehearse, play, and tour
music.
Born in Miami with North and South America, European, and Asian heritage.
Askultura plays a mix of boom-boom and whack-bag and would like to dedicate these joyous audible gems to the benefit of all sentient beings, our own personal satisfactions, and party punk roqueros globally.
MIAMI | FRANCE | COLORADO
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