"Torches to Rome"  Parental Advisory genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	San Francisco and most of modern society are a decadent modern Rome. Represent Oakland and torch it all.
	CD: Pure Oakland Apathy Credits: Rubert Roboticle: Manic Compression, Feral Appliance: Conspiracy Purist, Master Cylinder: East Bay Arrogance
	Story Behind the Song This song starts with the sound of pure evil and ends with the sound of puerile evil. Hate on everything! Lyrics appliance: god civilization sure do decline slow im waiting for the bombs to fall on san fransisco disco town disneyland for dot com freaks pulled down ten large a week on paper now the weakness of your caper is exposed and you hos to to the o as a place to go? hell no gentrify my block? not on my watch i take the machine and i put it on lock blast all of you schemers way the hell off my block sell all of your beemers to the fucking chop shop and the sit back and smoke on a hella big rock and roll mic control be my domain and as emporer my tempers flare insane i am both vain and glorious as i reign notorious feed flames with tourists screams ring like the chorus decadence amongst the stench of burning flesh dispatch the confessed put a torch to whats left (chorus) torches to rome welcome to my battledome appliance: we got a bigger problem now the kaiser blind in his spire of ivory aryan shitting on the proletarian dreams now we stream through the streets through the steam and the heat through the gas and the beatings depleting the earth defeating our birthright shoot on sight this is your right guaranteed by the constitution dont be smoking weed thats a key to revolution my solution? a tradition of sedition i say we kill everyone of these damn politicians when the last of these beasts has fallen at our feet we gut all the fuckers and start hanging priests appliance: im your judge and jury sound and the fury fucking up a track like my name was khoury like curry i get hot on the spot i get blisters on my tongue when i sling hip-hop cause im black like a cat bad like a habit dont fuck with no tricks i aint a stupid rabbit i just brrrrrrr stickem ha haha stickem mcs talking shit and it makes me want to kick them but i kick back instead blunt my eyes red pass the visine kid get out the lead cause i aint got no time laying down these rhymes these cuts these nuts mcs give me a sign and if you want to battle tap that foot three times and my one inch punch will blow your fucking mind cause you think youre bruce lee but youre really lee press-on my be nine inch while yours be lee press-on i bring the shame like this was a confession so when you hear the beep turn to the next lesson

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