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 Латинская диаспора в Штатах делится мыслями с миром разнообразными способами: не гнушаясь железом, как Siucidal Tendencies, или хип-хопом, подобно Cypress Hill. Или как эти конкретные пацаны из LA South Central, которые после попыток слепить панк/хардкор в группе Social Justice, нашли золотую середину своей ярости – в вербальной ярости хип-хопа и в музыкальной ярости хардкора. О чём идёт речь становится понятно сразу же, с открывающей композиции "Anger": о насилии банд, о насилии полиции, о войне, объявленной системой бедным людям, которых сама же система и породила, о расизме. В общем-то, неудивительно, что Downset звучат на своём первом альбоме, как некогда звучали светочи RATM на своём дебюте. Но Downset предпочитают блэксэббэтовские риффы, тяжёлые, как тракторные гусеницы, и не перегружают гитару эффектами. Самая проникновенная вещь тут – это "My American Prayer“.
В общем, типичный, и нем не менее, достойный, потому что аутентичный, продукт времён расцвета рэп-кора. Риспект, йоу! |
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the fucking L.A.P.D. Yes they killed my daddy! Yup they killed
my daddy! And if I don't blast 'em back , you know they gonna
fucking kill me, do me like they did NATASHA, back turned from
a gat hollow tip to the dome they got ya. April 29, L.A. swine
not guilty, fools down for the payback on Florence and Norman-
dy. Anger! Coming straight from the L.A. concrete, true blue
motherfucker about for generations deep. But who's the real
motherfucker though, and what does that fake know about mot-
herfucking South Central? Fool! What you know about a set or a
sign , you fake motherfucker? Never ever seen a nine. But if I
catch you slippin' punk, I'm gonna fade ya cuzz set ain't down
with that getto perpetraitor. Anger! April 29, Florence to
Normandy! Jack for my human rights and ya catch a PUU PUU!
2. Ritual
Do you know what it is like to run? Do you know what it is
like to live in fear? Because she knows what it's like to run.
Because she knows what it's like to live in fear. Rape ritual.
How can I stand in silence while you are raping my sister?
Ritual! Throw it in the wind because I ain't with that. Say,
what have we done with mother, sister, daughter, lover? Beat
them down to submission, into that corner of constant fear.
Humanity reduced to a sexual commodity, objectification,
pretty faces. Molded imagery damn they drop the dirty mack
demands. She's more than booty to me; bypass her sexuality.
Tradition, your sexism is what you want me to learn. Surrender
gender hatred, fade it to kill it, compassion returns. 1 out
of 3, and they say my sisters are free, incarcerated by hat-
red. Propagated by sodomny, continual ritual victimizing my
sister. Physical rape is psychological murder. Ritual! Jenny!
Ho! Slut! Trick! Bitch! Buddy! Terms that burn in our popular
brutality. That media camera's at you, trying to show you
what's up. Illusion magazine fantasy got you feinding to bust
a nut. Body identity suffocates in her nudity - she's dying
inside. Fashions asking won't let her be. Strip her to flesh
for apathetic male ego. You bet the set ain't down with your
wak. Rape ritual! We got to meet this hate with love. We got
to meet this hatred with love. Why do we fall for it, fuel it,
sexual violence equality? Please. So-called alternative move-
ment statistics never confess her wounded aloneness , internal
inferno, locked away calm diminishment. Sharon Stone, you
ain't all that. Madonna, you ain't all that. Sell you shallow
shock value charade is wak. Sister, put a fist in what's
expected of you. Deny! Defy! False definition of you too;
there's no excuse for this brutality or this lack of humanity.
rape ritual. I say I throw you into the wind. I say your
traditions mean nothing to me.
3. Take'em Out
Gotta flex that skill,yup! As I watch them kill. Greed the
seed, it's called inequities: vanity, banking, ganking, justi-
fied. How many more will have to suffer? How many more will
have to die? Well, stop buying the lie! Bold beautiful crying
brown eyes. Technical superstate built on the means of hate.
Dominant symbolcorruption escalates. Can they distinguish life
from death? Should a dollar bill give a man a right to kill?
Hell no! Because life is priceless, this fight from the affer-
mative. Wicked brutal force of course justifying the means
death with no remorse. Covert operations above the law killing
for God, for countries, a fraud. Got to take 'em out! Violati-
on of human rights! For the life of the suffering. Symbol of
wickednedd. Post-dictatorship economic elite, starving chil-
dren bowing to their feet, smokescreen patriotism won't deny
the lie - can't cloud my soul vision. F.E.M.A., see you, got
you on sight. No law should cut constitutional rights. No one
more hopeless than those that think they are free, bounded
minds of this human machinery. What I am is what I am! Crying
to jah you know I am praying for payback. All truth will soon
come be in light. Federal judge, you know they got them on
check! Federal courts, you know they got them on check! Cen-
tral banking system, you know they got them on check! Federal
agent, you know you got them on check! Federal prison, you
know they got them on check! Population control, you know they
got it on check! Cry for life!! Gotta take 'em out.
4. Prostitutionalized
Gots no Milli Vanill in me, sincerity constantly, no prefabri-
cation, prefabrication! The words live free. Question the
intentions of this alternative generation, and do we even
realize all that we do effects all life? Let us not stifle
statement beneath false egos, style, or trends, or we surren-
der that which can salvage a human life. Can't prostitutiona-
lize it! Will we let the external taint the internal? Be the
brother in struggle, but don't sucker yourself. Our words
exceed the emnence of the musical. Is 'Doc Martin' moe impor-
tant than a movement, or is it so cheap that a passing style
is what makes you sleep? You must understand the value of your
light! Don't prostitutionalize it! These eyes will not sleep!
I am more than a musical byproduct.
5. Downset
Well, I'm doing this from that place where the young bodies
stck to bluest of blue skies. A child grown quick kicking it
with an ice-pick, age of 8 babyface straight-up scared to die.
Seen 1 little, 2 little, 3 little homocides. Kids don't rank
so they shank in front of baby eyes. Bullet-scarred! Prison-
barred! The one times got my face to the ground - they want me
down. Downset at the bottom. On the come up to say some! Down
Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum! Down! Down!
Down! Down! Bonze complexion! Converse and khakis enoughfor
the fuss of a C.R.A.S.H. to straight jack me. Brotha, brotha,
brotha, how you make 'em get down? Systematic static can't
stifle the set's sound. Jack for the mic and I'll still get it
going on, making my statement with a fatcap and Krylon. Pee-
ping my voice from the L.A. underground, the plan from the man
is to demand they keep me down! Downset at the bottom! Got ya!
Got ya! Yeah you know I straight ya! Reveal to heal in our
sectarian obstacles. Wipe the dirt off the eyes of the hate
child, damn with the programm imposed since the juvenile. Shit
is so thick, you don't want to deal with it. Set's got heart
to consist like an activist. Ain't going to live in comfort
while shit gets worde. I got the voice of the voiceless and
life comes first. So what are you going to do? What are you
going to do? What you gonna do when the shit comes down on
you? The set's gonna be down, yeah you know, like we've always
been, the ghetto survivors got no soldier extinction. The man
ain't down with multiethic ethics; division is wicked and
Downset ain't with it. My word is my fire for life and love is
the sound. You got to kill me to silence me, fool. You can't
keep me down. Downset at the bottom! Freedom in a cage!
6. My American Prayer
Metzger! Farrahakan! Yup we got it going on. Race in the mix
and the melting pot's hot! Well, I don't know where you're at,
but I know where I've always been: Downset at the bottom with
my underclass freedom. The birth of this nation, birth of the
systematic jack, from land grab to whips across black's back.
No progress money means more humanity less, nothing done
changed in this land of soaked bloodshed. Liberty only to an
economic few, patriarchal tradition to economically gaffle you
fool. Racism? Guilty! Thievery? Guilty! Sexisme? Guilty!
Executed traditionally. Living in the shadow of five centuries
misery, homie blind forced in your game choked equality. Why
am I gonna be like that? Why must I pack that vocal gat,
because off the blood of humanity your pockets are getting
fat? This is America the hatefull! I'm gonna be down to live
this protest! I'm gonna be down to die this protest! America
better check itself before it wrecks itself, because differen-
ces seem to be bad for its health. Black! White! Yellow!
Brown! Christian and Muslim! Heterosexual! Homosexual! All
want to get some. Democrat! Republican! They putting that work
in, Aryan nation! 5% nation! Native American wants division.
Man's diversity is American's biggest enemy! Niggas! Woods!
And ese's stifled with apathy. Standing strong like a soldier,
struggling like a soldier, taking bullets of hatred watching
my soul get colder. Circumstances dance on interracial roman-
ce, separatist fist bomb on this love at first chance. America
taught me to hate you! America taught me to hate you! Taking
shot at the external even though I never knew you. Will you
fade and follow doubtless next in the death rate, or love
suffocate beneath this fashion of hate! I was taught to hate
you and you weer taught to hate me! Love sees no color, but
America always will. Humanity means nothing in this place
where we learn to kill. I don't believe in this hatred anymo-
re... Red, White and Blue is gonna kill you! I throw the brick
of my protest through the window of your inhumane corruption,
and watch the fragments of your greed shatter to the frigid
ground...and it's like that! Martin Luther King! Ruben Sale-
zar! Malcolm X! John F. Kenedy! Red, White and Blue is gonna
kill you!
7. Holding Hands
Gentle you were in your first presence, hazel to brown eyes
embraced innocence. We dressed eachother in colors of intrigu-
e, first words to each other sang comfort's melody. Childlike
was your first gracious allurement, her offering hands touched
mine in content. Laughter filled the air illuminated por-
traits, silence was the moment that gave dawn to this kiss.
Elation shined off our vivid souls, in waves of euphoria
emotions were thrown. Sunshine's fire in embodied eyes, so
full of truth and when we held! We held tight. Lifeless! So
lifeless! I felt her image sorrowed face nods to the ground,
grey clouds suffering was her sound. She screamed deep, but
desire claimed her collapse, gone to nothing then her frigid
mask. Her own remorse, her lifeless companion, tongue stained
in duplicity's song. Gentle hands stifle, I perishing suffe-
ring, this isn't her! This could never be her. Diminishing,
forsaken all, I, offeringentirity, left empty to cry. She
cried with me! Danced with me and kissed me, she was filthy in
lies, gentle, always. Lifeless, I say she left me lifeless!
8. About To Blast
Step up to this! Witness anger from this raised up fist. The
hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. Well,
whose fault is it, and who's to blame? Well, I'm pointing my
fingers at the ones who set up this game. This is what you've
given us and that is what you've taken. Jail won't cure your
given disease; You are straight mistaken. Child to child,
blood stain on the flag, down on the solo creep fool and it's
about to blast! It's gonna be on fool! Cuzz it's about to
blast! Mind control and it's fading fast! Huh world cuzz it's
about to blast! Children crying and bullets crack! Yup cuzz
it's about to blast! And it's aiming at you, so what are you
gonna do? Give it to 'em! Inner city erosion, political racial
explosion. Mental repression fuels that murder rate's explosi-
on. From canons straight to the bloods and crips, I say they
got you on lockdown with birds and a 20 dip. The system fuels
that anger - the killing goes on strong from 818 to 213 -
bloodshed from your timebomb. You making a move on me? Fool,
you better move fast, dying in the killing fields and it's
about to blast! It's about to blast! Boom. Another dead young-
ster on my block. Look in his face, politician, when a gun
blast makes his body drop. Your system killed him; mediocracy
handed to him, statistical product. You and the concrete made
hime useless. Incarceration institution; 5 x 7 corruption;
Kill his mind is how you do him. Realize as they de humanize
our lives that they construct a raging humanity with fury in
their eyes. Welfare, the opportunity that disables the appli-
cation of the generate crutch. Clear the way for defective
maturity which leads to psychopathic institutional conduct.
Lies, rape, intimidation, sovereign infliction of all. Social-
ly declared obscene application of reconstructive formula,
fool! I've had enough of the blood rainfall on me! 818 - 213 -
310 about to blast from that time bomb! Boom.
9. Breed The Killer
Brown and black blood to the concrete, exposed to the systema-
tic terrors and atrocities. Generations of blood-soaked fami-
lies, economic prison and self-hate is my birth-right, see?
Fratricide, homicide, suicide, genocide, they wanna kill the
niggasand wetbacks silently. Fueled by hate, fear and forced
self-denail, black kill black! Brown kill brown! L.A. style!
They breed the killer! Born in the middle of ghetto-like
battlefield, denied human rights and the wounds won't heal.
Our mothers shout a suffocating painfull cry as they watch
more generations of black and brown die. Dignity defined by
sacrificial death, to die for the blood is all I have left.
The system at hand must see one thing clearer: the city of
L.A.'s the black and brown killers! Blood to the concrete,
systematic terror! Historical facts will prove the system
guilty; hypocrisy existed when there should have been equali-
ty. Mental enslavement to loss of self-confidence, self defen-
ce ends in death of intelligence. Drown in abyss of insuffi-
cient education; prosperity cannot exist through moderation.
Forced on the culture, death in the bloodline, father to son
the mind will be confined! 818, yes they breed the killer!
213, yes they breed the killer! 310 yes, they breed the kil-
ler! The system at hand must see one thing clearer: the city
of L.A. is breeding black and brown killers!
10. Dying Of Thirst
They got you dying of thirst. Don't even try to front, fool,
like you ain't on checkunder layers of vanity, uncertainties
got your soul wrecked style? Veil chained mask strapped tight
hide cries from inside; behind, vain lies chew the shattered
glass sex, Hate, envy, greed living in suffocation misery-
bleeds so-called alternative imagery defenition of false me.
There's more to identify than bodily misery. They got you
dying of thirst, living in suffocation. Illusion is all up in
you. Alternative must be more than this. Biological? Chemical?
Science says I'm pure physical. Lower me to equality of dust
with no destiny, molecular structure. If this is all that I
be, then humans weren't killed in the holocaust, they were
just machines. Reject void supplement, man=rag equivalence.
Humanity is more than a complex form of existence. Human
capacity a third of its brain. No reliance on science - I cry
soul defiance! Dying of thirst, I'm more than a mathematical
equation. I am more than a chemical combination. My existence
cannot be reduced to scientific theory!