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Do you know how many you've chased away with your attitude, you prick?
With your spandex bulge, endorsements cover your clothes, but of course not fucking yours
You ride your bike one day a week, and drive your Beemer the rest
You're a fucking poseur on Wanna Be Tour, a weekend warrior at best
You're not pro, not sponsored, not even amateur
So fucking chill!
Spandex warrior, lycra-clad crusdader
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Randy Jackson
01:40
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He don't smoke, he don't get high (he drinks Coors Light!)
If you're jammin out he'll stop by (on Thursday night!)
Randy & Jackson are ready to rock
Shane's my neighbor, he works on cars (he goes to bars!)
Don't explain, don't apologize
Fuck shit up, mosh, it's fine
You're both great guys
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Keep On
02:24
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Reflections on motives in life with hindsight being 20/20, unadulterated
My goals and achievements, things I strove for
I wasn't chasing dreams, but doing just what I should
I found new life and rebirth with age, maturity
And gradually changed perspectives
But 180's don't just happen, they take spark
A trigger to turn normalcy on its head
So I did--I told them all "Fuck you!"
When I stopped acquiescing to the plans of everyone else
It was the first time I started living for myself
How firm a foundation when I threw out all that shit
This is my life now, it don't belong to anyone else
When you feel that tug, pressure builds inside of you
It's not rhetorical, it demands a response
EMBRACE THAT SHIT!
Run with it! Wipe your slate clean!
It's liberation, and a will to keep on
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Winners
03:14
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Winners on one side, losers on the other side
The American mindset, that's how we prefer the divide
In every realm of life, you're either 'In" or on the outside looking in
And for those on the outside, the in crowd runs yours life
The system sustained, maintained in a way that keeps the privileged privileged through and through
They offer a slice of the American Pie to all men, but the list excludes
A mirage in the sand, a carrot on the end of a stick that keeps you slogging through
The illusion that hard work alone will get you through promulgated by the guy who hired you
This pie's not big enough (who the fuck are you?)
For us all to have enough (enough defined by who?)
When so few have so much (don't tell me what to do)
And just crumbs trickle from above (you're just a commie mooch)
When will we realize just what polarizes?
Entrenched plutocracy and no resistance rises
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For centuries the male psyche upheld the ladies--wrongly--as vessels, mere vessels
The erection held the building blocks of life through stimulation and completion (a happy ending)
But life went on whether or not he returned the favor and finished her off
Her climax had no impacts on the bigger picture
Bummer for her, he carried on and rolled over and smoked a cigarette and went to sleep
Well time rolled forward, and the dudes partied harder and harder, without regard
They drank and they smoke and turned their sperm into slow pokes that couldn't make it...oh shit!
"But don't dismay," the ladies say, "cuz god made up a second way, it's called upsuck. That's right, upsuck!"
If your little swimmers are too slow to make it home, you got upsuck to pull them up
But don't go thinking that upsuck is free biologically--it ain't free
To save the human race the dudes must face that quid pro quo is the way to play
She wants completion, a happy ending, before you smoke and fall asleep
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Dumb Fuckerr
02:27
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Do you remember the days when 8 seconds was too long?
When 115 on the board was all in a night's work?
Those were the best years of my life, I never missed a night
Not once
But inexplicably Steve Kerr destroyed everything that I love
Yeah the whole league watched Jefferson St. with envy, jealousy
Jewel of the Association!
Until that dipshit Steve Kerr hitched a trailer to the sports car
And the prize of Phoenix became demise
Shaq for Matrix--unforgivable
Raja to Charlotte--that sucked too
The clothesline on Kobe was the stuff of folklore
Kerr's GM stint was the stuff of my choad
Benedict Arnold? I'd probably shake his hand
Judas Iscariot? I'd show him grace
But given the chance to greet Steve Kerr?
I'd tell him, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF PHOENIX!!!!!"
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It Ain't Right
02:48
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Our lives are run by Ayn Rand protagonists
Rich dudes suppressed by the weight and burden of excessive regulations that inhibit compounding wealth
So they hijack political discourse, manipulate genuine debate
Until we pity the down-trodden billionaires and put their interests first
Well that's great...if you're one of the fortunate, born into privilege and wealth
But I am fucking sick of the notion that what's best for them is best for everyone else
So stand up and fight!
Say, "This shit ain't right!"
You won't sit idly by while they pillage in plain sight
They don't own your fate, your mind, your god or your government
Try as they may, it's not theirs to take
So stay awake, and ready to fight
Cuz this shit ain't right!
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No Man
02:39
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One day a story was told to me by a man who claimed to be of a higher authority. It's true, he was who he claimed to be, revered and upheld by many. But he's just a human being, and no man will ever think for me.
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Ground the Drones
02:45
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I'm just a boy, this is my home
Who are they who come to destroy?
My father told me about the West, and the exploiters from the U.S.
They mock our god, they want more oil to feed their insatiable greed
Praise be to god, don't forsake this land
Northwestern Pakistan
We pledge our lives to resistance, the infidels will meet their death
Take cover, they'll come soon
With their flags red, white & blue
And their drones that go BOOM
Their conscience bears no weight because there's no one in the cockpit
They're all numb to what they do
Ground the fucking drones Mr. President
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Where Went You?
03:10
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Do you remember how it used to sound while we rocked out while we drove around?
It was fast and loud, proud and true
Obscene and rude, but genuine, came from within
Without restrain we went insane when we felt the music coursing through our veins
And we swore it would always be this way
And I know you felt it too, and I wonder, where went you?
How does it feel now?
You're hanging with the crowd, you're the shit now
You must feel so proud
You win! You're fitting in!
But at the expense of your origin
The obscurity of maturity, it really is an absurdity that you'd give up what was once so pure
For that circle, and the trends that they pressure
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STANK Anthem
03:39
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My love, my home, long live Tempe
On the bike bridge pissing on cars on the US 60
From Four Peaks to the Pier, we're rolling up smokes and we're putting down beers
And we're riding our niners tipsy all over Tempe
Some call this a sun-drenched city
I say Sherlock, you're not shitting
But you'll find me on my steed
soaking up that Vitamin D
Cuz you need a tan in the 85283
We love and serve our neighbors, just don't ask us to drive or show up sober
We'll lend that helping hand, it's not all about communes and 12-pack cans
It's just more fun when they all go hand in hand
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Upsuck Tempe, Arizona
Upon formation in 2012, Upsuck dubbed themselves “Tempe’s Best Average Punk Band”, and they’ve been hard at work since laying claim to that title
Upsuck is:
craigo - bass, vox
pedro - axe, vox
shaneo - drums
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